purpose

When the nine Heads of the Council agreed that you no longer had any purpose in society or to mankind in general, you got sentenced to, let’s say “rest”.
Across the lake the new Rest-Factory loomed. Henry’s goal was clear but difficult. He would rescue his son tonight as soon as the sun had set.

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