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The Andromeda Strain
Category: Sci-Fi
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.