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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.