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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.