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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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
The end.