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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.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.