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The Samurai’s Honor
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.