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Dead Reckoning
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.