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Sato smiled, a fragile, beautiful thing. “My little fox. You are always hungry. But a samurai’s daughter does not lie, even for love.”

“Good.” Sato ate her own slice. “I need my hands to be steady for three more weeks.” Mother-s Lesson - Mitsuko

Sato struggled to her feet and took a dented iron pot from the hearth. Inside was a single yam, no bigger than a mouse. She cut it into twelve paper-thin slices. Six she placed in Mitsuko’s bowl. Six she kept for herself. Sato smiled, a fragile, beautiful thing