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The Last Colony
Category: Sci-Fi
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.