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In this city, names were the first of a city’s crimes. The devil was as big as his city. The city’s thieves was more than their own sins. In this city, new names were wasted like new mercies. They were from a new story.
In this city, you couldn’t remember your own name.
Would a new name change the story? A new story meant new writing. One more story of names. How to write so that the names are not the first in a city full of stories? How to tell a new story? How to have a new city?
The questions burned.
This city was bad. In a bad city, a family’s name was its city. A father’s father. A father’s father. In a city of fear, a name was a place for death.
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