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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.