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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.