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The Samurai’s Honor
Category: Historical
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.