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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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 end.