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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.