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The Samurai’s Honor
Category: Historical
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.