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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.