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A Quiet Place to Die
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.