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Fractured Lives
Category: Thriller
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.