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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.