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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.