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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.