PREVIEW
... out alarm.
No birds cried. No wind announced itself. Even the surf along the distant coast broke with a softness that felt deliberate, as if sound itself had chosen restraint.
The man woke uneasy. “This is usually when something screams,” he said.
The woman listened—not for noise, but for intention.
There was none.
Silence lay across the land like an unposted notice. Not danger. Not safety. Simply the absence of warning.
The system reacted sharply. ...
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