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The Rift
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.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.