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Behind Closed Doors
Category: Thriller
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.