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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 sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.