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... was the kind of quiet that comes after a scream, when the air still tastes of fear and the body hasn’t realized the danger is over.
The harbor lay in ruins. The seawall was nothing more than jagged teeth of stone. The great piers had been splintered into driftwood, scattered across the streets. Whole districts stood knee-deep in brackish water. And the Bastion — the pride of the city — bore a jagged scar down its seaward face, as though the ocean had tried to peel it open.
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