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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.