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... ed like something that should not exist in this age—something dragged forward from a future that had no right to touch this shoreline yet. From a distance it rose in hard lines and layered purpose: timber walls stacked into rings, earthworks banked and packed, watch platforms built with symmetry instead of superstition. Smoke rose from a hundred hearths, but it rose clean, controlled, the smoke of a place that cooked daily rather than burned in panic.
The sea itself seemed different near ...
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