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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.