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... distant sirens, had fallen into an unnerving hush. It was 07:47 AM on Day 3, and a collective breath seemed to be held across the globe. The "Black Files" leaks, the frantic 72-hour countdown – it had all led to this. Sarah, clutching her worn coffee mug on her tiny Brooklyn fire escape, watched the eastern sky. Her knuckles were white. Her phone, clutched in her other hand, displayed a dead signal.
Then, it happened.
Not a rumble, not a flash, but a deepening of the blue. A vast ...
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