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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.