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The Last Colony
Category: Sci-Fi
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.