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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.