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Quantum Drift
Category: Sci-Fi
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.