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The Painted Veil
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.