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We keep the world in our palm. The Redacted Children remember the old hunger and steward the night.
Manifesto (excerpt)
We are not supplicants. We are the redacted, the children of the long night. There is no god but the hunger; there is no law but the blood. We hold power in silence and keep the living as harvest and shelter. We mark names to forget them. We mark roles to remember.