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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.