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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.