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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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.