Dystopian

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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The Town That Skipped a Day
In 1987, the small town of Varnor, Maine, woke to find that the date had jumped from June 11th to June 13th overnight. Newspapers, watches, even wall calendars skipped ahead.
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The Man Who Sold Death by the Bottle
In 1924, a traveling salesman appeared in small towns across America, carrying only a black suitcase and a sign: “Guaranteed: One Death You Deserve.”
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The Man Who Bought a Minute”
A clockmaker in Amsterdam once claimed he could sell time — not in hours or days, but in single minutes. People laughed until he proved it. For one gold coin, you could live one minute twice.
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The Waltz of the Forgotten
At the edge of Vienna, a ballroom stands locked since 1899. Locals say music leaks through the walls once a year — a waltz soft as snowfall.
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The Man Who Sold His Shadow Twice
In Berlin, 1923, a desperate painter named Otto sold his shadow to a stranger for gold. Without it, fame came fast — his portraits glowed with unnatural light. But soon, people avoided him. He cast no shadow, and no soul trusts a man untouched by darkness.
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The Library That Refused to Burn
When the great fire swept through the city of Aram, everything burned except one building: the Library of Echoes. Flames licked the walls but never entered. People said the books refused to die.
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