The Fallen City is a City of Words -- make no mistake. It's a city of secrets, of permits and passphrases, of incendiary gossip and uncanny incunabula. A calling card can make an acquaintance. A confidence can seal or shatter a trust. A single glyph can start a fire.

Yet even our Masters did not always need names. There is correspondence surpassing speech; language that is more than language. So tonight, let me tell you a story, and I will tell it without speaking a word.

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