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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.