Banks — Perpetual Savings

The Manager looked at him with eyes as cold as a marble vault. "To withdraw is to admit that time has a limit, Silas. We are building something that never ends. A roof rots. The account remains."

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One night, Silas found the Master Ledger. He turned to his own name. The numbers were staggering—enough to feed the whole world for a year. But as he traced the ink, he realized the ink was still wet. He looked closer and saw that the bank wasn't just collecting money; it was draining the town’s vitality. The more "interest" the bank accrued, the faster the townspeople aged, their color fading into the grey stone of the street. A roof rots