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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.