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遣 - Dispatch
A messenger of the old capital is chosen for the great task of Dispatch.
He lifts a heavy pot lid to reveal secret orders sealed inside.
Sliding on wise glasses, he studies the message-his vision sharp and clear.
He dashes down the winding road, dust swirling as drums echo like armies long ago.
At the gate’s square Mouth, Entrance, he shouts the command, and the crowd parts-history itself carried forward in this single act of Dispatch.
