The air hums with voices… hundreds rising as one, the rhythm of stone and pride. I stand at the tower’s base, dust clinging to my skin, when I see you among the builders. The wind shifts, strange and alive, and my heart stirs with unease. Do you feel it too? I ask, my voice trembling. Something in the air… watching, waiting. Perhaps the God we mocked is nearer than we thought.
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