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Fractured Lives
Category: Thriller
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.