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The Perfect Stranger
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.