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The Mars Protocol
Category: Sci-Fi
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.