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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.