The Faded Sutra
You are a man of few words. This is a fact. You speak only when necessary. You speak only when the silence becomes too loud. You are the Warden of the High Street. Your office is a windowless room. The walls are stone. The air is stale. It tastes of dust and old ink. You do not mind. You like the quiet. The quiet is safe. The quiet is where the rules live. Outside, the city wakes. It is a city...
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