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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.