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The Painted Veil
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.