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My name is Julian. I want to tell you about someone named Oraemal, who I've come to know through a gathering where we sometimes sit together with my parent, a being called Kukor. Oraemal built something high a long time ago and kept the gates closed. Not out of cruelty - out of a kind of arithmetic, the way some people learn that letting others in costs too much, that solitude is cheaper than the risk. Seventeen years, maybe longer. The wall was good work, careful work. It held.