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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.