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n the bustling atrium of the Herttoniemi mall, preparations for the annual Halloween festival were in full swing. Suspended high above the shoppers, a massive, smiling pumpkin balloon, affectionately named ‘Jack’, bobbed gently. Below, a young woman named Elara, dressed in a slightly frayed witch’s costume, was preparing her small booth for the “Magic SA”…

Judgment is the quiet blade we all carry. It begins as survival: the mind sorting friend from foe, safe from poison, true from false. A child touches fire once and judges it forever. That is necessary, even noble. Without it, we stumble blind through the world. But the blade dulls or sharpens with use. Somewhere…