The Distant Temple
The separation from the city was not a choice but a verdict, delivered in the cold, sterile light of the administrative hall where the ink had not yet dried on the decree that stripped you of your name and reduced you to a number, a foreign entity to be processed, examined, and ultimately discarded by the machinery of the state that had once sworn to protect you. You remember the weight of the...
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