Skip to content
The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.