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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.