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Silent Witness
Category: Thriller
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.