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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.