Citizen Message Archive

Completed Letters

  1. Letter 1 - WE MUST

    From Aria to Eliot
    Dear Eliot, I am filled WWith trepidation, nervous that my instincts could be wrong. But I must admit that I see something in you. SomEEthing that doesn't exist in the other citizens of this lifeless construct. I've noticed the way you look at my art, like you see something deeper in it, something the others do not see. It calls you -- and maybe that's because I'm screaming for commonality with every brush stroke. You are the only one seeing what I hope for soMMeone to see. My art, I hope, cries for freedom from these confines, and a whisper against the oppressive forces of the bishops - a whisper that has become a scream. Clancy's bravery has been an inspiration to me, and has inspired this art - I only hope that I'm right to assUUme that you see the hues that the others cannot. I hope that this fire you feel can motivate you to join our cause. I think you are one of uSS, and we need you more TThan ever. Will you join us? Hoping, Aria↗

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    3. Dear Eliot,



    I am filled

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    ith trepidation, nervous that my instincts could be wrong. But I must admit that I see something in you. Som

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    thing that doesn't exist in the other citizens of this lifeless construct. I've noticed the way you look at my art, like you see something deeper in it, something the others do not see. It calls you -- and maybe that's because I'm screaming for commonality with every brush stroke. You are the only one seeing what I hope for so

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    eone to see. My art, I hope, cries for freedom from these confines, and a whisper against the oppressive forces of the bishops - a whisper that has become a scream. Clancy's bravery has been an inspiration to me, and has inspired this art - I only hope that I'm right to ass

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    me that you see the hues that the others cannot. I hope that this fire you feel can motivate you to join our cause. I think you are one of u

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    , and we need you more

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    han ever. Will you join us?



    Hoping,


    Aria


  3. Letter 2 - DEST

    From Eliot to Aria
    Dear Aria, Guilty as chargeDD. I feel it too, and I do see the fire in your artwork. It caused me to detect a like-minded rebEEllion in you. It stirred something in me - a feeling that has been dormant for so long, that its re-emergence has invigorated me with newfound a tenacity -- a tenacity that I almost forgot I possessed. I too have been inspired by Clancy's boldness. Finally there is someone that SSeems brave enough to lead us in some sort of uprising. I do want to be part of this. There are so many things to fear, but perhaps my biggesTT fear is to do nothing. I am here, and I will go into battle. I will support the uprising in any way I can. East is up, Eliot↗

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    5. Dear Aria,



    Guilty as charge

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    . I feel it too, and I do see the fire in your artwork. It caused me to detect a like-minded reb

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    llion in you. It stirred something in me - a feeling that has been dormant for so long, that its re-emergence has invigorated me with newfound a tenacity -- a tenacity that I almost forgot I possessed. I too have been inspired by Clancy's boldness. Finally there is someone that

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    eems brave enough to lead us in some sort of uprising. I do want to be part of this. There are so many things to fear, but perhaps my bigges

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    fear is to do nothing. I am here, and I will go into battle. I will support the uprising in any way I can.



    East is up,


    Eliot


  5. Letter 3 - ROY

    From Mara to Jansen
    Dear Jansen, You have been a faithful and obedient loyalist to the bishops. TheRRe is honor in such dilligence. But as scared as I am to confront your dedication, I have to urge to look deeper to find the truth in the bishops, and how they have come intOO power. There are cracks, and these cracks should be peered into, searching for revelation. They are not a force of good, they are merely a force of tradition. I have dug deeper, and I know this tradition has dark secrets, and this "Gone" that they proclaim as honorable, I assure you, is anything but. I have found true freedom outside of these walls, and I YYearn to return to that wild freedom. But we need help from people like you, people on the inside of the towers. I wouldn't be asking you if I hadn't detected a hint of doubt in the validity of Vialism. I believe you do see the cracks. I'm hoping we can break them open. I hope you join us in destroying this tyranny. I hope you join our quest for actual glory. Sincerely, Mara↗

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    7. Dear Jansen,



    You have been a faithful and obedient loyalist to the bishops. The

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    e is honor in such dilligence. But as scared as I am to confront your dedication, I have to urge to look deeper to find the truth in the bishops, and how they have come int

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    power. There are cracks, and these cracks should be peered into, searching for revelation. They are not a force of good, they are merely a force of tradition. I have dug deeper, and I know this tradition has dark secrets, and this "Gone" that they proclaim as honorable, I assure you, is anything but. I have found true freedom outside of these walls, and I

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    earn to return to that wild freedom. But we need help from people like you, people on the inside of the towers. I wouldn't be asking you if I hadn't detected a hint of doubt in the validity of Vialism. I believe you do see the cracks. I'm hoping we can break them open. I hope you join us in destroying this tyranny. I hope you join our quest for actual glory.



    Sincerely,


    Mara


  7. Letter 4 - THEMOR

    From Jansen to Mara
    Dear Mara, I am, and always have been, a devout Vialist. I obey, and give TThanks to the Glorious, like any good citizen should. This tradition is a comfort to me, and it is what I know. But I indeed have seen cracks. THHe bishops, our symbol of stoic control, have become frantic, and for the first time, unclear and worried about what is next. Keons meant everything to me, and it's not the same without him here. But I'm now seeing that Keons was what I admired, not Vialism. I don't even know what it means to be a Vialist anymore. I see them diffEErently, I see deception. I see rage. Your letter has confirmed some of my doubts, and has begun to ignite a new passion to destroy this construct that has deceived me for so long. You're right, the only glorious guest (quest?) left is beyond these walls. Clancy has exposed cracks that I am now ready to break open. We have to act fast, before the bishops have a chance to react. I aMM willing to take the risk and stand OOn the side of tRRuth. Sahlo, Jansen↗

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    9. Dear Mara,



    I am, and always have been, a devout Vialist. I obey, and give

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    hanks to the Glorious, like any good citizen should. This tradition is a comfort to me, and it is what I know. But I indeed have seen cracks. T

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    e bishops, our symbol of stoic control, have become frantic, and for the first time, unclear and worried about what is next. Keons meant everything to me, and it's not the same without him here. But I'm now seeing that Keons was what I admired, not Vialism. I don't even know what it means to be a Vialist anymore. I see them diff

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    rently, I see deception. I see rage. Your letter has confirmed some of my doubts, and has begun to ignite a new passion to destroy this construct that has deceived me for so long. You're right, the only glorious guest (quest?) left is beyond these walls. Clancy has exposed cracks that I am now ready to break open. We have to act fast, before the bishops have a chance to react. I a

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    willing to take the risk and stand

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    n the side of t

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    uth.



    Sahlo,


    Jansen


  9. Letter 5 - WEW

    From Nia to Leo
    Dear Leo, I've noticed you in the square - the WWay you stare at the structures of our city, and even more, the way you trace invisible paths beneath the ground and up the towEErs. There are few engineers in Dema, and your skill and knowledge might be quite valuable to our movement. But only if you feel it -- an unshakable yearning that we must stop the oppression in this city, once and for all. I can only hope that this legend of Clancy has created a wonder in you. We need your help. Your knoWWledge of the hidden structures of this city could give us the upper hand in catching the bishops off-guard. Will you join us? Best, Nia↗

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    11. Dear Leo,



    I've noticed you in the square - the

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    ay you stare at the structures of our city, and even more, the way you trace invisible paths beneath the ground and up the tow

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    rs. There are few engineers in Dema, and your skill and knowledge might be quite valuable to our movement. But only if you feel it -- an unshakable yearning that we must stop the oppression in this city, once and for all. I can only hope that this legend of Clancy has created a wonder in you. We need your help. Your kno

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    ledge of the hidden structures of this city could give us the upper hand in catching the bishops off-guard. Will you join us?



    Best,


    Nia


  11. Letter 6 - ILLBE

    From Leo to Nia
    Dear Nia, I'm embarrassed. For the hours that drIIft off, following the city's hidden catacombs, it's never crossed my mind that someone would notice my absent-mindedness. It's true, I've memorized these paths, and followed them through this concrete facade more times than I could possibLLy count. It's an obsession, and I know them like the back of my hand. Because I, LLike the movement you speak of, dream of escape. I have several methods that I've played out, but even if I make it outside, the bishops will find me, no matter how deep in Trench I get, and take me back. Just like Clancy's message has assured us, destroying this vialistic system is the only help. Our enemy is not this structure, our enemy is their lies. I want to BBe part of what you arEE planning. United, Leo↗

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    13. Dear Nia,



    I'm embarrassed. For the hours that dr

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    ft off, following the city's hidden catacombs, it's never crossed my mind that someone would notice my absent-mindedness. It's true, I've memorized these paths, and followed them through this concrete facade more times than I could possib

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    y count. It's an obsession, and I know them like the back of my hand. Because I,

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    ike the movement you speak of, dream of escape. I have several methods that I've played out, but even if I make it outside, the bishops will find me, no matter how deep in Trench I get, and take me back. Just like Clancy's message has assured us, destroying this vialistic system is the only help. Our enemy is not this structure, our enemy is their lies. I want to

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    e part of what you ar

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    planning.



    United,


    Leo


  13. Letter 7 - COME

    From Sara to Fredrik
    Dear Fredrik, The library must be a boring plaCCe - maybe the most boring part of our already dreadful concrete prison. But you don't seem like a librarian. You seem to have found a role in this city that allows you access to information and texts that most of us are unaware of. In fact, some of us have heard rumors of your stOOries, and our movement has become quite intrigured with your knowledge. There's more than they're telling us, we know that. We all theorize about the ancient Vialist texts, and wonder about how ancient they really are. We could use your knowledge. Your knowledge can help confirMM our suspicions, and inspire our quest to end the suffering of our people. We know they have lied to us, and you can prove it. PlEEase consider hearing our plan. Warmly, Sara↗

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    15. Dear Fredrik,



    The library must be a boring pla

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    e - maybe the most boring part of our already dreadful concrete prison. But you don't seem like a librarian. You seem to have found a role in this city that allows you access to information and texts that most of us are unaware of. In fact, some of us have heard rumors of your st

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    ries, and our movement has become quite intrigured with your knowledge. There's more than they're telling us, we know that. We all theorize about the ancient Vialist texts, and wonder about how ancient they really are. We could use your knowledge. Your knowledge can help confir

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    our suspicions, and inspire our quest to end the suffering of our people. We know they have lied to us, and you can prove it. Pl

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    ase consider hearing our plan.



    Warmly,


    Sara


  15. Letter 8 - THEM

    From Fredrik to Sara
    Dear Sara, I suppose I haven't hidden myself as well as I had hoped. Perhaps my arrogance at times has let my tongue slip in a conversation or TTwo -- and word has gotten around. It doesn't take too long here. Rumors seem to bounce off the circular walls quite rapidly, and here I am, already hearing my own echo. It's true - I know more tHHan they want me to. I've found more than I should have. I have read contraband documents that make it increasingly difficult to stay silent. In this new age of Clancy's uprising - his fight is sparking emotions that most of us have nevEEr felt. Rebellion is contagious. I want to be a part of it. Let's MMeet. Ignited, Fredrik↗

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    17. Dear Sara,



    I suppose I haven't hidden myself as well as I had hoped. Perhaps my arrogance at times has let my tongue slip in a conversation or

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    wo -- and word has gotten around. It doesn't take too long here. Rumors seem to bounce off the circular walls quite rapidly, and here I am, already hearing my own echo. It's true - I know more t

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    an they want me to. I've found more than I should have. I have read contraband documents that make it increasingly difficult to stay silent. In this new age of Clancy's uprising - his fight is sparking emotions that most of us have nev

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    r felt. Rebellion is contagious. I want to be a part of it. Let's

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    eet.



    Ignited,


    Fredrik


  17. Letter 9 - ANDIF

    From Barea to Rayana
    Dear Rayana, You're just a silhouette to me. But your dances hAAve become the moment that I look forward to most each day. Have you snuck a music box into your room or is there a song playing in your head? Your movements feel like peace to me, like you're translating freedom to this confined population. I want to hear what you're hearing. I often imagined my own soNNg that matches your movements, and someday I hope I can sing it to you. I have to confess; My admiration for you is not my only reason for writing. It's clear you have seen freeDDom. I know you've made it outside once or twice, and this seems to be how you tell your tale. There's so many of us that want to feel whatever you've felt - to know what weightlessness could possess someone to move as freely as you do. Clancy's audacIIty has awakened something in us all, and a soul as beautiful as yours must want to get out again. Maybe you want to get out once and for all. I would love to tell you our plan. Chasing FFreedom, Barea↗

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    19. Dear Rayana,



    You're just a silhouette to me. But your dances h

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    ve become the moment that I look forward to most each day. Have you snuck a music box into your room or is there a song playing in your head? Your movements feel like peace to me, like you're translating freedom to this confined population. I want to hear what you're hearing. I often imagined my own so

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    g that matches your movements, and someday I hope I can sing it to you.



    I have to confess; My admiration for you is not my only reason for writing. It's clear you have seen free

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    om. I know you've made it outside once or twice, and this seems to be how you tell your tale. There's so many of us that want to feel whatever you've felt - to know what weightlessness could possess someone to move as freely as you do. Clancy's audac

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    ty has awakened something in us all, and a soul as beautiful as yours must want to get out again. Maybe you want to get out once and for all. I would love to tell you our plan.



    Chasing

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    reedom,


    Barea


  19. Letter 10 - WEB

    From Rayana to Barea
    Dear Barea, That's me. I've always thought of myself as a lighthouse, and less like a silhouette, but I'm sure my window looks more mysterious than that shoWW that I'm putting on in my head. A lighthouse, I suppose, that may only be a beacon of hope, not one of dry land. I have been out there, and it's beautiful. Terrifying at times, but beautiful. They've brought me back, but they can't take those beautiful moments away from me. I remember them evEEry night, and play them over and over in my head, dancing as if to retrace my steps on a new way out. I too have been a quiet ally of Clancy, and his initiative gives me hope that we could get out, and never be brought back. I want you all to feel what I felt out there. Let me help aid your plan in any way possible - there is BBeauty out there that we all need to see. The silhouette, Rayana↗

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    21. Dear Barea,



    That's me. I've always thought of myself as a lighthouse, and less like a silhouette, but I'm sure my window looks more mysterious than that sho

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    that I'm putting on in my head. A lighthouse, I suppose, that may only be a beacon of hope, not one of dry land. I have been out there, and it's beautiful. Terrifying at times, but beautiful. They've brought me back, but they can't take those beautiful moments away from me. I remember them ev

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    ry night, and play them over and over in my head, dancing as if to retrace my steps on a new way out. I too have been a quiet ally of Clancy, and his initiative gives me hope that we could get out, and never be brought back. I want you all to feel what I felt out there. Let me help aid your plan in any way possible - there is

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    eauty out there that we all need to see.



    The silhouette,


    Rayana


  21. Letter 11 - ECOME

    From Jirita to Kinton
    Dear Kinton, I was the girl that put the yEEllow flower in your front pocket as you stood guard. I think I saw a smirk. We notice you daily, and take wagers on what day you'll finally crack. But you stand at your post, solid as a statue, day after day. I must admit it bothered me at first. As I open my eyes more and more to the CCorruption of this system that keeps our spirits confined. I often feel a distaste for every institutional fixture that supports it. I've OOften viewed you as one of these fixtures. Hardened, and unable to feel the weightlessness of the death eaters. But recently, I've realized you're just like me. While I had been assigned to the Necropolis gardens, you've been assigned to your post. Still. Unwavering. MMy days in the garden are lighter than your days against concrete -- and I've felt compassion for you. So I picked the flower. I'm not sure if you know the significance of the hue, but if you do, I would love to discuss. Your strEEngth could be of great help to us. In Bloom, Jirita↗

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    23. Dear Kinton,



    I was the girl that put the y

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    llow flower in your front pocket as you stood guard. I think I saw a smirk. We notice you daily, and take wagers on what day you'll finally crack. But you stand at your post, solid as a statue, day after day. I must admit it bothered me at first. As I open my eyes more and more to the

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    orruption of this system that keeps our spirits confined. I often feel a distaste for every institutional fixture that supports it. I've

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    ften viewed you as one of these fixtures. Hardened, and unable to feel the weightlessness of the death eaters. But recently, I've realized you're just like me. While I had been assigned to the Necropolis gardens, you've been assigned to your post. Still. Unwavering.

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    y days in the garden are lighter than your days against concrete -- and I've felt compassion for you. So I picked the flower. I'm not sure if you know the significance of the hue, but if you do, I would love to discuss. Your str

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    ngth could be of great help to us.



    In Bloom,


    Jirita


  23. Letter 12 - THEMWE

    From Kinton to Jirita
    Dear Jirita, Pretty name. Pretty flower. I wondered if we'd ever get to speak. It's not every day that a citizen 'decorates' me like you did, but I've certainly endured worse. I TThought I would be reprimanded, but then I rememebered they couldn't see it anyway. Jusr a lifeless weed in my pocket from tHHeir perspective. I wonder if they can even see the vibrance of their robes. I wonder if they even remEEmber what colors are. You were a great distraction that day. My bishop seemed more volatile than usual, and said that I had lost my dedication. There's some truth to that, because when no one's around, I'm only looking up -- tortured by the wonder of what the vultures see, as they pass in and out of the walls so freely. An arMMed guard, obsessed with trash dragons, he said. How did he even know I was looking? But I daydream of the other side of the wall, and when I saw the flower, I knew you must daydream too. The serendipitous nature of the moment I found quite amusing. But more importantly, the rebellious nature of this mysterious plan has me quite intrigured. I WWould love to know morEE. Smirking, Kinton↗

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    25. Dear Jirita,



    Pretty name. Pretty flower. I wondered if we'd ever get to speak. It's not every day that a citizen 'decorates' me like you did, but I've certainly endured worse. I

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    hought I would be reprimanded, but then I rememebered they couldn't see it anyway. Jusr a lifeless weed in my pocket from t

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    eir perspective. I wonder if they can even see the vibrance of their robes. I wonder if they even rem

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    mber what colors are. You were a great distraction that day. My bishop seemed more volatile than usual, and said that I had lost my dedication. There's some truth to that, because when no one's around, I'm only looking up -- tortured by the wonder of what the vultures see, as they pass in and out of the walls so freely. An ar

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    ed guard, obsessed with trash dragons, he said. How did he even know I was looking? But I daydream of the other side of the wall, and when I saw the flower, I knew you must daydream too. The serendipitous nature of the moment I found quite amusing. But more importantly, the rebellious nature of this mysterious plan has me quite intrigured. I

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    .



    Smirking,


    Kinton


  25. Letter 13 - MUST

    From Karta to Pierre
    Dear Pierre, Your blackened hands is a dead giveaway that your work is done below the towers. You get bread every seven days, and never saw a word, but the black hands that take the bread tell me everything I need to know about your day. You work in death. Sorry - you work in Glory. But I know you work in an amazing eleMMent, with properties that fascinate most of us above the surface. The alchemy of it all seems fascinating and I woUUld love to learn more. Would you want to teach me? In fact, I'm part of a group that is quite curious, and if you're interested, you could even join us. I'm sure it's lonely down there - SSaddened by the gone, as you bend and twist their gravestones. I'm sure you see their faces, or remember your encounters with them. We all miss them, but you have to see them all off. I'm sure it feels wrong at times. I would love to talk about that too. We could meeTT in your district if you find a short leave. I can't wait to learn more. Curious, Karta↗

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    27. Dear Pierre,



    Your blackened hands is a dead giveaway that your work is done below the towers. You get bread every seven days, and never saw a word, but the black hands that take the bread tell me everything I need to know about your day. You work in death. Sorry - you work in Glory. But I know you work in an amazing ele

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    ent, with properties that fascinate most of us above the surface. The alchemy of it all seems fascinating and I wo

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    ld love to learn more. Would you want to teach me? In fact, I'm part of a group that is quite curious, and if you're interested, you could even join us. I'm sure it's lonely down there -

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    addened by the gone, as you bend and twist their gravestones. I'm sure you see their faces, or remember your encounters with them. We all miss them, but you have to see them all off. I'm sure it feels wrong at times. I would love to talk about that too. We could mee

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    in your district if you find a short leave. I can't wait to learn more.



    Curious,


    Karta


  27. Letter 14 - DO

    From Pierre to Karta
    Dear Karta, If you only knew how long I spend washing my hands you woulDD know how embarrassed I am. They don't want anyone to know what we do down here. There were even laws written about what we inhale, and how deeply our skin gets stained. But you must be the baker -- the sleuth whOO found me out. You're right - it's an odd daily ritual down in this cellar. Manipulating fire and elements to craft a monument for the latest Glorious Gone. I can tell you that after this many years down here, the glory has indeed faded. It's only sadness. There was a time where I believed it was truth, but that time passed, and only stains remain. I want to teach you what I know. Even more, I want to teach you how I believe we can break the cycle. Yours, Pierre↗

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    29. Dear Karta,



    If you only knew how long I spend washing my hands you woul

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    know how embarrassed I am. They don't want anyone to know what we do down here. There were even laws written about what we inhale, and how deeply our skin gets stained. But you must be the baker -- the sleuth wh

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    found me out. You're right - it's an odd daily ritual down in this cellar. Manipulating fire and elements to craft a monument for the latest Glorious Gone. I can tell you that after this many years down here, the glory has indeed faded. It's only sadness. There was a time where I believed it was truth, but that time passed, and only stains remain. I want to teach you what I know. Even more, I want to teach you how I believe we can break the cycle.



    Yours,


    Pierre


  29. Letter 15 - BETTER

    From TB to Clancy
    Dear Clancy, You are what they said you were. I see the weathering on your face, and the journey you've BBeen on. Although we were away, I hope you now know that I've never left you. It's time, Clancy. They believe in the movEEment. They are ready for TThis oppression to end. They are ready to defeaTT this archaic rule once and for all. We can meet out in Trench at camp to lay out our plan. We will bring you evEErything you need. We have support from yellow and red now, and our militia is strong. No matter what, when that day comes, we will get you to the toweRR. Covering you, TB↗

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    31. Dear Clancy,



    You are what they said you were. I see the weathering on your face, and the journey you've

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    een on. Although we were away, I hope you now know that I've never left you. It's time, Clancy. They believe in the mov

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    ment. They are ready for

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    his oppression to end. They are ready to defea

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    this archaic rule once and for all. We can meet out in Trench at camp to lay out our plan. We will bring you ev

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    rything you need. We have support from yellow and red now, and our militia is strong. No matter what, when that day comes, we will get you to the towe

    RR

    .



    Covering you,


    TB


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