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The Last Alibi
Category: Thriller
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.