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The Rift
Category: Sci-Fi
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.