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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.