-v0.68.8- By Thatguylodos - Mudblood Prologue
Later, when he closed the door and looked at the mound of clay again, he thought of bodies as archives and of archives as living things. Mud and blood—earth that remembers, flesh that records—were not metaphors but systems. They held traces of what had been permitted and what had been hidden. To manage them without confession was to invite corrosion. To confess without safeguards was to invite pillage.