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... ricts that morning, you would have sensed it before you saw it, the way tension gathered like storm clouds before breaking.
It began quietly, as most dangerous things do.
In the common markets where displaced families bought bread with coins they couldn’t spare, a merchant named Aldus spoke too loudly. Not shouting, not yet, just... projecting. Making sure his words carried to the crowd gathering around his modest stall.
"Two hundred and twenty four souls dead," he said, ...
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