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Starship Horizon
Category: Sci-Fi
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.