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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.