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The Fifth Victim
Category: Thriller
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.