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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.