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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.