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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.