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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.