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Throne of Thorns
Category: Fantasy
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
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.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.