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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.