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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.