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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.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The end.