~~~

The city stills. The air grows heavy with pressure; it weighs on shoulders and sinks in lungs. Something stirs. One feels it more than hears it, a deep resonate thrum, like the heartbeat of the world. Beneath the city, a King Tide rises.

The city stills. The air grows heavy with pressure; it weighs on shoulders and sinks in lungs. Something stirs. One feels it more than hears it, a deep resonate thrum, like the heartbeat of the world. Beneath the city, a King Tide rises.

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