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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.