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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.