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The Mars Protocol
Category: Sci-Fi
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.