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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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.