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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.