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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.