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... use after catastrophe—but a presence, alert and expectant, like a held breath that no longer knew when to release itself.
The coast did not rush to fill it.
Waves continued their uneven patterns. Wood creaked. Sand shifted. But the directive absence—the horn’s authority—did not return.
Zombies moved uncertainly now.
Some wandered aimlessly, old hunger surfacing in dull echoes. Others simply stood, heads tilted, as if listening for something that no longer existed. ...
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