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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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 market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.