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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.