The Distant Whispers
The collapse of the Aetheric Spire did not sound like an explosion, but rather like the sudden, catastrophic exhalation of a lung that had been holding its breath for a century, a deep, resonant thrum that vibrated through the iron bones of the city of Oakhaven and shattered the delicate, crystalline membranes of reality that had long since been woven into the soot-stained fabric of the...
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