The storm had weakened, but the city still quivered as if it remembered every scream buried in its spine. Sirens whined in distant lanes, drones carved slow circles in the sky, and the river dragged dark secrets beneath its restless surface.
Through the fog-soaked alleys, a lone figure staggered forward — bruised, burnt, bleeding, but unbroken.
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