Held by blood. Governed by custom. The old law does not ask permission.
The gh is still there. You just stopped hearing it.
The claim that needs no paper. Still warm. The law that predates every law.
A secret made visible. The law, carved. Not a letter — a mark that holds space.
Pressed, not signed. What is sealed cannot be unspoken. The binding that outlasts the hand.
The line that finds true. Not drawn. Dropped.