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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.