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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.