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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.