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... e skies across Greybridge, necks twisted, wings contorted mid-flight. No one heard them land. No screams, no impact, no final flutter—just silence.
Absolute.
Total.
Horrifying silence.
Then came the marks.
They appeared on doorframes, on windowsills, scratched into skin, etched on mirrors, drawn in chalk and ash. A single symbol: a spiral swallowing itself, surrounded by four slashes—one for each corner of the world. No one knew what it meant, but everyone ...
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