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It had been a year since the first body got back up. The first whisper of movement in what was supposed to stay still. A year since the silence after the sirens, since the world folded inward on itself and began to feed on the softest parts. The living had called it infection, or curse, or punishment—whatever word best explained what they couldn’t understand. Harua no longer used any of them. To him, it was just the natural order, rewritten.
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Nine survivors, a dead country, and a boy who can't stop running from himself.
Note: This fic has been discontinued. Thank you for reading.
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29 Dec 2025