The first jolt felt wrong. It wasn’t big enough to break glass, but it was sharp enough to slice through the evening’s calm and leave coffee cups trembling on kitchen counters. Then came another. And another. Phones lit up, group chats buzzed, and suddenly everyone was staring at maps, fault lines, and red concentric cir… Continues…
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