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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.