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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.