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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.