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Neon Horizon
Category: Sci-Fi
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.