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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.