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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.