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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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.
The end.