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... ise.
It arrived etched into metal plates nailed freshly to old stone, printed on fabric banners tied where wind could not tear them loose, repeated in symbols simple enough for anyone—living or dead—to understand.
MOVE INLAND. THE COAST WILL NOT HOLD.
The woman read it without changing her pace.
The man slowed, scanning the horizon. The sea was calm. The sky held no tension. The ground beneath their feet felt no different than it had the night before.
“Thi ...
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