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The Last Alibi
Category: Thriller
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.