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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.