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Chapter 252: Ritual and Reckoning

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Village Ritual: Emotion, Union, and Tension

By midday, half the village had joined—a dozen villagers became a tapestry of untold grief: a father recovering a brother’s laughter, a mother returning a lullaby, a youth naming the loss of a fiancé. Tulen recorded stories; Miri sketched community threads into tapestry charts.

But beneath it stirred undercurrents. A man—Heraldic guard named Jarom stepped forward with anger warring with doubt. He carried a sheathed sword. “My father fought the Northern Rebellion. What he endured…it almost shattered this village. We cannot uplift their memory and undo what we have done.”

Tulen faced him. “Your pain, your father’s—those too deserve naming. The Charter does not demand change, it offers choice.”

Jarom’s jaw clenched. “Choice within community. It is communal governance, not charity.”

Miri placed a calming hand on Tulen’s arm. He acknowledged her with a nod, then looked back at Jarom. “Then speak your father’s truth, for the village to decide
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