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A Quiet Place to Die
Category: Thriller
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.