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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.