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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.