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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 stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.