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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.