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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.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.