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The Hiding Place
Category: Thriller
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.