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... ished.
Not betrayed.
It simply stopped making guarantees.
They noticed it when no one asked what tomorrow would bring.
The shoreline woke slowly. Nets dried where they had been left. Fires were rekindled without discussion. No one spoke of rescue, of cures, of rebuilding the world into something better than it was.
There were no plans shaped like salvation.
The woman repaired a torn strap on her blade, focused, unhurried. The man watched the horizo ...
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