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POWERΣ 205 / 642
“they gathered. they did not seal. the room is not the Castle.”
Lunar.
No swords.
No hoods.
No staff.
No horse.
Rows of the same body.
The same face.
The same empty hands.
Violet floor.
Violet wall.
No door in sight.
They assembled because someone said assemble.
They stand because the one beside them stands.
The number fills the room.
The Directive does not.
Assemblée is the naked tragedy of the full room.
No one led.
No one cut.
No one cracked the egg.
They arrived unarmed and unsealed.
The wall does not open.
They are the vessels the cycle counted and never marked.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
Assemblée is the gathering that mistook the room for the rite.
They stand.
They do not refuse.
They are the doomer quorum the cycle called to order.
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