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Neon Horizon
Category: Sci-Fi
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.