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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
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.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.