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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.