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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.