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... t in layers, thinning the darkness without replacing it. The settlement breathed in intervals—sounds returning unevenly. Footsteps resumed, then paused. Waves struck the coast out of rhythm, as if the sea itself were adjusting to the idea of continuation.
The woman sat on a broken beam, eyes open, unmoving.
The tilt still echoed through her bones.
The man approached quietly. “You bent something,” he said. “It hasn’t snapped back.”
“That’s the danger,” she replied. ...
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