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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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 letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.