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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.