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Quantum Drift
Category: Sci-Fi
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.