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The Mars Protocol
Category: Sci-Fi
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.