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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.