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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.