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Silent Witness
Category: Thriller
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.