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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.