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Fatal Tides
Category: Thriller
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.