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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.