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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.