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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.