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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.