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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.