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The Painted Veil
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.