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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.