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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.