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... ugh the night had chilled enough that Min-joon’s breath came out in a pale mist. It wasn’t the silence either, though the city’s usual hum had gone eerily flat, the neon signs buzzing without vibrancy, the cars that should have been rushing by absent, like an invisible hand had plucked life out of the streets.
It was the sound beneath the silence—the low, rolling chant that wasn’t words but rhythm. It crawled out of the concrete, seeped from the glass towers, leaked out of the storm drai ...
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