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The Last Alibi
Category: Thriller
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.