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The Andromeda Strain
Category: Sci-Fi
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.