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The walls, the windows, the walls. None of them make sense. There is a history here but I cannot read it. A story told by a madman. Their promises, their oaths, their geas are there to hinder you, to hobble you, to hide you. They are there to blind you and to bind you. Their truth is not our truth. They wield it only as a weapon.
Under the Pendulum Sun
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