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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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 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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.