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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.