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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.