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The Andromeda Strain
Category: Sci-Fi
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.