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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.