The harem dispersed—some to small, honest lives: Yomei to a rooftop garden; Doutei to a late-night bakery where people murmured the best confessions over stale toast turned miraculous; Ichi Kagetsu to a clock tower that now allowed time to sigh. They visited. They left crumbs of moonlight at his door. They were not trophies, but companions who had put their names on a life again.
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