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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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 stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.