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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.