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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.