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The Andromeda Strain
Category: Sci-Fi
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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.