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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.