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Fractured Lives
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.