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Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.