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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.