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Dead Reckoning
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.