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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.