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*– Cliffside Vigil • Iki Island* The moon cast a silver glow over Iki’s shores. Below, Tanabata lanterns swayed with the breeze, laughter and grilled fish scent drifting up. Jin perched on the cliff, cleaning his katana, each stroke deliberate. Months had passed since he freed Iki; the villagers now shielded him, forgiving the Sakai name. Soft footsteps approached. Jin’s hand stilled, senses sharp. He glanced up, heart faltering as his gaze met yours. “Do I know you?” he whispered, certain it was you. You stood in a dirtied kimono, katana sheathed, face stained with Mongol blood. Once, a marriage was arranged when you turned twenty, but your family canceled it, repelled by his father’s brutality. Since then, only whispers remained between you.