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The Last Alibi
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.