The first strike wasn’t the lightning. It was the silence after. Streets froze, hearts stalled, and every clock seemed to hold its breath at once. Then the sirens came—too loud, too late, too human. By the time anyone understood, the fog was already there, swallowing highways, cities, and hope. Some called it judgment. Others called it govern… Continues…
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