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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.