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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.