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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The end.