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The Guardian: Foreword

Before the rail. Before the mask.

This is not a story. It is what remains when silence is taught how to move.

You will not find names. Only gestures. Only echoes.

There is no quest. No rescue. No cause to follow, only the space where something once was and now waits to become nothing again.

Some doors do not open. Some watches do not tick. Some guardians do not guard you.

Step carefully. The silence is already listening.