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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.