Dystopian

The Candle That Remembered Faces
A monastery deep in the Carpathian Mountains held a single candle said to contain the memories of the dead. When lit, its flame would flicker into shapes — the faces of those who once lived there.
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The Painter Who Trapped the Moon
An artist named Laurent lived on the cliffs of Normandy, obsessed with capturing the moon’s glow on canvas. One night, after years of failure, he painted until dawn — using silver dust and his own blood for pigment.
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The Radio That Broadcasts From the Afterlife
In 1983, an amateur radio enthusiast in New Mexico began receiving an unidentified signal at 2:11 a.m. each night. The station had no frequency registration, no call sign. It only played songs that listeners later described as “impossibly personal.”
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The Ship That Arrived Without Its Crew
In 1928, a fishing trawler spotted a ship drifting near the Azores. No signal, no flag. When sailors boarded, they found food on plates, candles still burning — but not a single person aboard. The log ended mid-sentence:
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The Reflection That Showed Tomorrow
In a rundown motel outside Lisbon, there’s a cracked bathroom mirror that reflects not the present, but the next day. Guests who check in often see themselves doing strange things: crying, screaming, or staring at something off-frame.
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The Call That Lasted a Lifetime
A man named Oliver received a call from an unknown number late one night. A woman’s voice said, “Please don’t hang up. If you do, I’ll die.”
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The Collector of Last Words
Hospitals whispered about him — the man in the beige coat who appeared in the halls before certain deaths. No one knew his name, but nurses said he carried a fountain pen and a small notebook that never filled.
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The Town That Never Grew Old
In the valley of Eldreth, the population never changed. Not the faces. Not the names. Travelers who passed through noticed something strange: children stayed children. The elderly never died. Even the bakery sold the same bread, every day, unchanged.
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The Library That Dreamed of Fire
After the great fire of Bellhurst, the town rebuilt its library stone by stone. The books were gone, the archives destroyed. But the new building stood tall — quiet, safe, sterile.
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The Museum of Lost Faces
Hidden beneath the streets of Florence, there’s a private collection known only by invitation: Il Museo dei Volti Perduti — The Museum of Lost Faces.
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The Clock Tower That Counted Backward
The town of Greymount revolved — literally — around its clock tower. The gears powered the mills, the bells marked the workday, and its ticking was the heartbeat of the town.
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The Woman Who Sold Reflections
In an antique shop hidden behind a church in Prague, there’s a woman who deals in reflections. Not mirrors — reflections.
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