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The Silk Road
Category: Historical
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.