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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.