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Beyond Pluto
Category: Sci-Fi
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.