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The Perfect Stranger
Category: Thriller
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.