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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.