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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.