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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 knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.