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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.