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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.