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Beyond Pluto
Category: Sci-Fi
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.