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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
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 smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.