6:30 AM in Gilead. The bells toll, the city stirs, and the air is thick with quiet obedience. Handmaids walk in pairs, red cloaks brushing against the cold pavement. Wives sip their morning tea, watching from their porches. Guardians stand at their posts, ever watchful, ever silent. The Republic hums along, a machine of control and order.

And you? Where do you stand in this world?

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