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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.