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Guardians of Continuity

In halls where echoes of decisions soar, A parchment scroll eschews the darkened door. Through January's frost, the lanterns burn, Assuring every corner takes its turn. The guardians stand, their vigil ever bold, A pact inscribed in legislative gold. With steady hands, they sketch our common story, And in their ink, they scribe continuance and glory.

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Guardians of Continuity