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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.