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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.