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The 48 Hour Countdown

مؤلف: Sommy Writes
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-11-06 17:10:54

Lavina's POV

Two days before zero hour, nature issued its final silent warning.

I stood on the outskirts of the upper city, looking up at the sky. The familiar clear blue had vanished, replaced by an eerie, sickly pale yellow ring around the sun, surrounded by a thick shroud of dull blue-gray clouds. The light that filtered down felt thin and wrong.

The streets were dead quiet in a way that had nothing to do with human activity.

Every bird had disappeared from the telephone lines and tree b
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