The City that Remembered Us...

IN the After-Nation, the greatest crime was remembering.

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History was classified as combustible material.

Libraries were demolished brick by brick; books pulped into silence.

Every time a city drowned or burned, the Ministry of Truth simply removed its name.

Maps became fiction.

Memory-resistance.

We were Rubble-keepers.

We scavenge at night, pockets full of broken futures:

a shard of temple mosaic, scorched concrete from a dam-burst village, rusted rods from luxury towers swallowed by monsoon.