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The Last Alibi
Category: Thriller
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.