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The Samurai’s Honor
Category: Historical
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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 train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.