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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
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.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.