He knew his name: Kyon. He wore the garb of a gardener, therefore he was a gardener. But that was all he knew. The city of Urb was a maze of wonders and terrors. The people were strangers; condescending and perhaps spiteful. Kyon had to do something, to go somewhere, but none would tell him. And it was important!

Urbs, the ultimate city, was on the scales of history. It would be up to Kyon whether all it represented, the flowering of science, would be...

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