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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.