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Silent Witness
Category: Thriller
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.