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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.