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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.