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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.