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The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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 fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.