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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.