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The Samurai’s Honor
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.