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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
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 learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.