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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.