Chapter 01: Cities and Memory 04
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I remember a city square surrounded by gatehouses. They were high-pitched buildings with huge locks on the front. The arches looked abandoned, and the dust lay thick on the cobblestones, but every so often a guard would approach the gatehouse next to mine as if it was too lonely inside to be defended by one solitary guard.
A town thought this plan was perfect when I was inside, it was a good idea for their security when I was outside.
We are used to looking inside, aren't we? Inside isn't special, it's just something that happens in between other things.
