![]() I made my way through the crowds, kicked or trodden upon as I crawled forward, my face to the ground I was unworthy to walk. Those who feared that they might harbor unnoticed psychic potential, or who sought sanctuary in the right of conscription, or were simply lost in the adulation of the moment could present themselves before the tallymen of the tithe. ![]() On the last day, at the grand alter, the crowds were free to offer themselves. The crowds terrified me, as every soul that came near shuddered in revulsion, or cursed or stuck or spat on me. I remember the festivals and masks shaped as eagles, gates, the prows of great ships, faces of saints, and the countless other objects of adoration. My world was in the midst of a great celebration, as the blessed tithe had come for us. ![]() I must have been quite young, not yet fully grown.
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