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... centuries.
It was not thunder. It was not wind. It was something older—a turning.
At first, it came as a tremble beneath the children’s dreams, a vibration that hummed in the belly and teeth. Then it became visible: roots, thick as arms, dark as ink, erupted from the center of the village square. They did not rise like plants. They spiraled, coiling outward with purpose—as if writing a symbol only the soil could understand.
The villagers ran.
Some screamed.
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