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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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 end.