The Keeper of Tongues
I write this not to be read, for there is no one who would understand it, but because the act of writing is the only thing left that resembles truth. The truth being this: I was the man who destroyed what I loved most, and I did it with the very tools — judgment, authority, the certainty of a lifetime spent translating foreign tongues — that were supposed to protect it. My name is Julian...
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