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Peace, For Now

Weeks passed. The church was sealed, the tunnels filled with concrete. The school was never reopened. Some people moved. Most stayed. Life, as it does, slowly returned to normal. But every now and then, when the wind blew just right, people swore they could hear a faint voice underfoot. Calm. Familiar. As if someone was still down there, watching.
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