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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.