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This is the story of a man named Stanley.
Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427.
Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard.
Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.
This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending,
Stanley relished every moment the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.
And Stanley was happy.
And then one day, something very peculiar happened.
Something that would forever change Stanley;
something he would never quite forget.
He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow.
No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi.' Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation.
Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time.
But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.

Fiddle-dee dum and fiddle-dee dee, The old gray lady is after me… – children's rhyme, unknown origin

The choice is not only between one action or another. To refrain from action is always the third potential. – First Keeper Orland, Assembly Speech

There is nothing as promising as the opening of a book. There is nothing as final as its shutting. – Keeper Scribe Lessons, Part 4

History is written by the observer. Propaganda is written by the victor. – Keeper Book of Truths

Pagan: (after killing the player) Sneaksie thievesy…deadsie.

Mechanist (hearing noises): What dragonfly flits about?

Hammerite: (reciting) And The Builder said, 'If the foundation is weak, do you wail and gnash your teeth? Do you ask it to repour itself? Nay, you tear it down and begin anew. So shall it be with with all My Children, whether they be Stone or Flesh.'