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The Fifth Victim
Category: Thriller
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.