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Neon Horizon
Category: Sci-Fi
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.