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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.