I am a Messenger

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The day beckoned, the first yellow streaks peering over the gray of the mountain as the city of Kardem came to life. Outside, from my house’s balcony on the outskirts where I spent many a morning, I could see the streets flooding with swarms of people, each with their own daily agendas in mind.
Each one of these people saw their own schedule as important. The question remained, however, as to whether any of them actually were—a prospect seemingly dubious at best.
Of all of these streams of people roaming the streets, one individual caught my attention. A man dressed in rich, blue finery, bearing the emblem of the mighty State of Laresii on his suitcase—the symbol itself was little more than a fancy “L”, and yet with it was carried the weight of entire nations conquered and brought within its dominion—an agent meant to inspire fear in the State’s enemies. A servant of the State, the man carried himself with an unmatched confidence.
This would not have been the first time such a man appeared at my doorway. It was always a different man. This one had a pointed nose protruding from his otherwise smooth facial features: Straight, pitch black hair and a pair of eyes to match. Even though the men the State sent to claim me from my property were always different, each carried always the same air of prudence between their guise of calm and whatever lay within—a prudence akin to stepping onto a foot-wide bridge extending over a bottomless chasm.
They recognize me from the previous agents’ descriptions; I have become a popular target, it seems, amongst them. I have something they want. A “talent”, they call it.
I disagree. I call it a curse.
I am a messenger. I bring out the weakness in people; I bring them to reality. They seldom like...

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...blind man looks everywhere but sees nothing. His prudence still lay firm like a wall, as if an even deeper emotion hid within.
“And what ‘unique’ nature might that be?” I questioned.
“You know of what I speak,” the agent said patiently. “The same as what every agent before me has asked you about, and you promptly turned away.”
“Ah, that! Why, yes, of course,” I recalled. “Do come in.”
I brought him into my living area and sat him down in my most comfortable chair, even offering him some of my leftover tea. And yet no matter how hospitable or welcoming I was, the sense of uncertainty and prudence never faltered. I could not fathom what lay behind it.
I will crack it this time. I returned his blind stare. He set his suitcase on the table in front of him, opening it and taking out a notebook and pen, a sense of intrigue tingling. He still would not make eye contact.

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