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Silent Witness
Category: Thriller
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.