It was just past dawn when the morning train rumbled through the sleepy town of Pine Valley....
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The highway stretched out like a silver ribbon, lined with bare trees whose branches were coated in...
The café was busy in the familiar, forgettable way. Cups clinked against saucers, chairs scraped softly across...
Snow-covered peaks stretched endlessly under a pale blue sky, the air crisp and clean, every sound softened...
The pier was busy that afternoon, alive with the usual mix of laughter, footsteps, and the distant...
The living room was quiet in that comfortable, end-of-day way—lamps glowing softly, the TV murmuring in the...
The early morning fog clung to the surface of Lake Ridge like a soft blanket, making the...
The sun had barely risen over the military airfield, painting the horizon in streaks of gold and...
One second, the night was tense but quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your ears...
The sidewalk was crowded in the late afternoon, filled with people rushing home, chatting on their phones,...
