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I HAD REACHED the age of six hundred and fifty miles. Beyond the door the guildsmen were assembling for the ceremony in which I would be admitted as a guild apprentice…I recalled that my father had sometimes referred…to men who bore as titles the names of their guilds. I had heard of the Bridge-Builders…How was a bridge fundamental to the city's survival? Why was a militia necessary?
Indeed,what was the future?