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