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The Last Alibi
Category: Thriller
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.