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The Samurai’s Honor
Category: Historical
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.