Tuesday evening began like so many others in the town — quietly, almost unremarkably. The air felt still, heavy in that familiar way that often precedes a change in weather, yet nothing seemed urgent or alarming. People went about their routines without concern: families settled into dinner, commuters pulled into driveways, and the streets gradually emptied as daylight faded. The sky, though overcast, offered no dramatic signs of what was about to unfold. There were no sirens, no ominous clouds rolling in with theatrical menace — just an ordinary evening poised on the edge of something extraordinary. Then, without ceremony...
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