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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.