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Beyond the Veil
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.