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... was the unsettling part.
It hummed faintly through the ruins—old transmitters buried under sand, emergency towers leaning toward the sea, symbols painted high on walls where hands once pointed and voices once shouted.
The world was still speaking.
No one was listening.
They discovered the tower near the coast, half-swallowed by salt and rust. Its lights blinked at irregular intervals—red, pause, red again—trying to announce danger, safety, evacuation, something. < ...
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