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New Cracks Form

The next morning, Carla’s assistant ran into her office, wide-eyed. “You need to see this.” Outside, fresh cracks zigzagged across the pavement—straight through the mayor’s office garden. They hadn’t been there yesterday. Carla stared at them, feeling a tight knot in her chest. “How fast is this spreading?” she asked. No one had an answer. But the ground no longer felt steady.
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