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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.