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the-mirror-dirge/1. first-parable.md
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*(Enter THE GRAVEDIGGER. Battered and weathered, but still fresh-faced. He carries his shovel like a tool, not a burden.)*
*GRAVEDIGGER, to the audience.*\
*GRAVEDIGGER, to the audience:*\
Death is the most infinite violence. This is, perhaps, why for all of history, everything has that has ever lived has dreamt of something after. They dream, because they need believe the lie that when they kill another, they just go...somewhere else.
It feels true, when I bury them. They can die peaceful or they can die violent, they can die of age or pen-stroke on ledger or sword, and it's all the same.
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*(He stabs his shovel into the dirt, the light on him goes out. TEN MOURNERS approach, from the left and right, taking candles from the stool, and speak, illuminated from below one by one.)*
*MOURNER 1*\
*MOURNER 1:*\
If only it hadn't happened this way.
*MOURNER 2*\
*MOURNER 2:*\
They needn't have died like this.
*MOURNER 3*\
*MOURNER 3:*\
They needn't have died _at all._
*MOURNER 4*\
*MOURNER 4:*\
We need to take vengeance.
*MOURNER 5*\
*MOURNER 5:*\
They were the strongest of us. How could we face the Royalty?
*MOURNER 6*\
*MOURNER 6:*\
They fought alone. We eleven still remain.
*MOURNER 7*\
*MOURNER 7:*\
But where _is_ the cartographer?
*MOURNER 8*\
*MOURNER 8:*\
Refusing to play the fool. Unlike us. Unlike-- *(she casts her handkerchief on the grave--)* them.
*MOURNER 9*\
*MOURNER 9:*\
They chose their battle. They knew the risks.
*MOURNER 10*\
*MOURNER 10:*\
And now, they are gone.
*(The lights on the MOURNERS go out. They bow their heads, and go silent.)*
*GRAVEDIGGER, picking up his shovel, to the audience.*\
*GRAVEDIGGER, picking up his shovel, to the audience:*\
They know death, intimately. None of the mourners have bloodless hands. To kill another is stock in trade, and yet...
*(The light on him goes out again. THE MOURNERS are illuminated as they speak.)*
*MOURNER 5*\
*MOURNER 5:*\
I still can't believe it.
*MOURNER 8*\
*MOURNER 8:*\
I can. *(She raises her head.)* How many have you killed, builder?
*MOURNER 5*\
*MOURNER 5:*\
Hundreds. Thousands? *(Ze chuckles.)* I lost count a long time ago.
*MOURNER 9*\
*MOURNER 9:*\
And now ours are killed. The purest alchemy, builder: blood for blood. Death for death. They knew the risks. They'd long since chosen this life of ours.
*MOURNER 1, softly.*\
*MOURNER 1, softly:*\
Then what will you do, if we die?
*MOURNER 9*\
*MOURNER 9:*\
_When_ you die, I will grieve. Just as I shall grieve the rest of you.\
*(He lowers his veil, and exits.)*
*(BEAT. One by one, THE MOURNERS exit. THE GRAVEDIGGER is illuminated once more.)*
*GRAVEDIGGER shakes his head, leans on the shovel.*\
*GRAVEDIGGER shakes his head, leans on the shovel:*\
Goodbye, old friends. Glory was too strong a lure for you. To be in the spotlight...
A legend lasts as long as it's spoken, but that will not matter to your rotting corpse.

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### FIFTH PARABLE: BREAK THE GATES.
*THE FACE IN THE MIRROR*\
*THE FACE IN THE MIRROR*:\
Do you hear it, now? The song you've always heard, in your dreams, but here and now you're awake.
Are our dreams real? They're _less real_ than we are--that does not mean they're not real.