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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.