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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
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.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.