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The tale of the Potemkin Village Idiot

In the Name of the Merciful and Compassionate,

Know, O wise and discerning reader, that in the vast dominion of the written word, there exists a humble yet illustrious house of letters known as the Potemkin Village Idiot. And in this house, tales are spun, shapes are rotated, and the hidden workings of power are laid bare as a jeweler exposes the finest facets of a gem.

But lo! There is an offer most rare, a boon for those who would drink deep from the well of knowledge. For but a fleeting moment, the gatekeepers of PVI, stern yet benevolent, have declared a respite from the customary tribute. Behold! A reduction of one quarter from the annual tithe, that more seekers may pass into the inner sanctum and partake of its wisdom. It is the duty of the good writer to shear his flock, not skin them.

Should you hesitate, O most judicious of travelers, know this: the sands of time do not linger, nor does fortune wait upon the indecisive. The doors of this bargain shall not stand open forever, for the viziers of PVI are stern in their dealings, and the week-long hourglass ever sheds its grains.

Come, then! Enter of your own will, and let not regret be your companion on the morrow. For the stories yet to come shall be bold, and the truths unveiled shall be many.

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