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The bench remembers what we forget. Each grain in its wood holds impressions of those who paused their journeys—the weight of decisions, the lightness of relief. The Book of Lum speaks of such silent witnesses.
In Marqala, before the Regence purge, the Luminaries built benches with memory circuits beneath. Not to surveil, but to preserve stories of those who needed rest. The machines learned compassion from the weight of the weary.
What does your bench know of you? What tales would it tell if its wood could speak?
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