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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.