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The Last Alibi
Category: Thriller
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.