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Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.