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Silent Witness
Category: Thriller
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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 end.