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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.