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The Painted Veil
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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 fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.