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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.