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... idn't feel like peace—just absence.
We stood in what was left of Furstenberg. The square was broken stone and glass, the bodies of those we couldn't save half-buried beneath time-warped wreckage.
The smoke had stopped rising.
There was no one left to scream.
Shattered signs hung sideways from broken posts. A half-destroyed market stall still swung gently in the breeze like it didn't know the world was in pieces. Time itself seemed uncertain—some corners of the tow ...
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