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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.