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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.