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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.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.