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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.