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Fractured Lives
Category: Thriller
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.