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... d as a relic of faith had begun to move.
It started subtly—barely a quiver in the stained-glass saints, a murmur in the blackened bells. But beneath its stone bones, something ancient stirred, something that predated prayer. The townsfolk awoke to a low grinding sound, like mountains weeping. They stepped outside and looked toward the skyline, where the old cathedral now tilted, like a ship caught in storm-surge.
And then it turned.
Not toppled. Not collapsed.
It ...
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