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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.