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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.