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🕯️ A candle flickers in the minaret’s window

🗝️ Codex Zumar | Entry 001

It is said that Zumar remembers. Stones hold grudges, doors mutter secrets, and the tea never forgets who brewed it last.

When you walk its streets, you do not simply pass through—you are marked, folded into the city’s story whether you consent or not.

A Local Saying: “Careful where you step—Zumar has long memories and sharp corners.”

Some say the cobblestones shift when no one is looking. Some know that it’s true.

☾ Archived under: Codex Zumar | Observations of the City