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The Perfect Stranger
Category: Thriller
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.