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17. A Town That Sells Safety
Author: Manish Bansal
last update2026-02-03 21:11:18

POV: Aren

The first thing Aren learned about the town was that it did not pretend to be innocent.

The gates had let him through with practised indifference, but inside, the illusion of normalcy frayed quickly. Lantern light spilt across narrow streets, catching on metal charms nailed above doorways and talismans woven into shop banners. Every symbol promised something different—protection, discretion, silence—but all of them meant the same thing.

This town sold safety.

Not the kind forged by wa
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