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... oting the subtle changes—a wilted tree here, a stretch of grass turned blackened and brittle. It was quiet, too quiet, and that unnatural hush seeped into my thoughts. In the distance, a sluggish wind skimmed over the tops of dead shrubs, rustling through leaves that were more gray than green. The sun, if it could be called that, lay hidden behind a gauze of mist, dimming the light to a weak, colorless haze.
I felt a heaviness in the air, a sense that the very fabric of reality was growi ...
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