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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.