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The Titan Engine
Category: Sci-Fi
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.