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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.