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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.