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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.