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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.