“No,” said Ozunu, opening his eyes. They gleamed gold, like his mother’s. “That was never your curse. It was your choice.”
She drank. And somewhere far away, the Shogun of All Graves—now a small brown sparrow—flew into the dawn, nameless at last, and perfectly free. lord ozunu
“I will not kill you,” Ozunu said quietly. “Killing is what you understand. I will instead remember you.” “No,” said Ozunu, opening his eyes
“Because,” Ozunu said, pouring her a cup of tea from his own hand, “even a curse deserves to be remembered as more than a curse.” ” said Ozunu
Lord Ozunu rose, brushed dust from his kimono, and walked into the nearest mirror. The teapot on his windowsill back home rattled once, then fell silent.