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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.