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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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.