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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.