The arch had rules no magistrate wrote: it accepted secrets willingly, kept them until the city had use for them, then offered them back in small, precise ways. A merchant who crossed the span with a false weight found his ledgers lighter; a widow who left a locket in a hollow saw a stray letter arrive days later, signed by a soldier she thought dead. Some called those returns mercy, others called them curse. Either way, the arch never lied.
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