The collective memory of Hirosato does not begin with the expected grandeur of a tempest, nor does it start with the usual signs of catastrophe. There were no storm clouds gathering on the horizon, no flashes of lightning, and no roaring winds. Instead, the survivors remember the morning of the disaster as an eerie calm before the storm. The air felt dense, almost suffocating, as though the world itself was holding its breath, and the horizon appeared unnaturally clear, too precise in its detail. But the most disturbing omen of all came from the sea. In a shocking and unnatural...
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