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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.