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The Lustland Council tried regulations. They issued decrees stamped with ink that smudged when read aloud: Consume at own risk. The words were weak against habit. In taverns, people tasted options until preferences became addiction. Artists sold the experience of drowning for the price of a coin. Priests of the Old Compass preached restraint while their palms left salt stains on altar cloths. The Archive Tower did not judge; it cataloged. Its new firmware linked craving to story: to desire was to become headline.