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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.