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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.