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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.