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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.