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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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 train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.