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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.