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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.