C21 The night everybody forgot

The final chime of eleven fifty-five rang out across Oakhaven, its deep bronze resonance echoing off the damp cobblestones. As the reverberations faded, a heavy, unnatural silence descended over the streets.

It wasn’t the ordinary quiet of a rainy night. It was the absolute, suffocating hush of a city holding its breath before a universal pivot.

Across Weaver Street