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It breathed.
Dust still hung in the air, thin veils drifting lazily between shattered stalls and collapsed roofs. Stone fragments lay scattered like broken teeth across the streets. Wooden beams jutted out at awkward angles. Torn banners fluttered weakly, their inked verses half-buried under rubble.
City guards moved through the ruins—not aggressively, not hurried. They guided injured civilians, spoke calmly to shopkeepers, marked damaged structures with quiet efficiency. He ...
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