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... ion.
In weight.
It settled over the mountain like a held breath—thick enough that the crimson banners along the terraces sagged and stilled, their fabric pulled taut as if pressed flat by unseen hands. The faint flutter that usually lived in the air vanished, leaving the cloth hanging rigid and strained.
Leaves along the outer paths rustled once.
Just once.
Then stopped.
Silence followed—but not the empty kind.
Something hummed beneath it. ...
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