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The Samurai’s Honor
Category: Historical
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.