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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.