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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.