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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.