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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.