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The Fifth Victim
Category: Thriller
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.