I write stories shaped by the wind-etched in the dust of forgotten scrolls, and whispered through the silence of those who remember.
Some tales are born in temples, others in ruins. But each carries a pulse-of memory, exile, and longing for something beyond power.
These aren't just stories.
They are echoes of a world that once understood the soul.
✍️ Witness literature | Fiction from the margins | Civilizational memory
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Story by The Dusk Scribe
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I Taught You Harmony
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In a world that forgot where it came from, a mother speaks softly to a child who now calls himself a master.
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