The Resonance of the First Light
The city of New York in 1924 was a gilded cage of champagne and jazz, but beneath the glitter lay a suffocating grey. They called it the "Apathy Mist"—a spiritual plague that didn't kill the body, but eroded the soul. People walked the streets like clockwork dolls, their eyes vacant, their hearts reduced to cold stones. Love had become a forgotten dialect, and empathy was a relic of a pre-war...
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