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Dead Reckoning
Category: Thriller
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.