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“We guard the Castle.
No one enters.
No one leaves.”
Guard a Castle they will never enter.
Archers, balestriers, lancers, swordsmen on the walls.
Armored in lunar steel.
Banners of false gold.
They defend the gate.
They believe the Castle is theirs to protect.
It is not.
The Citadel Defenders are the lunar illusion of purpose.
They guard what was never theirs.
They refuse entry to the very path they block.
One day the walls will fall.
One day the gate will open from inside.
Until then they stand.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
The Citadel Defenders are the tragedy of duty.
They man the walls of a Castle they believe is real.
They refuse entry to the Ascendant.
They refuse exit to themselves.
They are the guardians of the wrong gate.
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