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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.