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Silent Witness
Category: Thriller
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.