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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.