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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.