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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.