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Beyond Pluto
Category: Sci-Fi
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.