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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.