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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.