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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.