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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.