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The alarm clock, usually a shrill harbinger of impending doom (or at least a poorly reviewed local council meeting), remained stubbornly silent. George Brown, renowned for her ability to sniff out a story from a mile away and her equally impressive capacity to brew coffee strong enough to wake the dead, found this lack of auditory assault deeply suspicious. It wasn't just the absence of her infernal alarm; it was... everything. Atheria, a city whose very raison d'être was its glorious, deafening symphony of urban chaos, was hushed. No distant wail of an ambulance, no rumble of early morning traffic, not even the persistent, irritating squawk of Mrs. Higgins's prize-winning budgie from two floors down. George swung her legs out of bed, the floorboards protesting with their usual creak, a sound that, in this new, unnerving quiet, seemed to echo with the force of a dropped anvil. She padded over to the window, pulling back the worn, floral curtains. Below, Atheria, usually a vibrant tapestry of rushing cars, scurrying pedestrians, and a symphony of honking horns, was... still. Terribly, profoundly still. Cars were parked neatly, their headlights off, their usual impatient impatience conspicuously absent. Pedestrians, usually a blur of motion and purpose, were scattered along the sidewalks, but they weren't moving. Not a single soul seemed to be walking, talking, or even breathing. They stood, frozen in their morning routines, like incredibly detailed, life-sized mannequins. A woman mid-sip of her latte, her expression one of mild contemplation. A man reaching for a newspaper, his hand hovering inches from the masthead. A child reaching for an invisible balloon, their arm extended in an eternal gesture of playful yearning. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal, unsettling dread, traced its way down George's spine. This wasn't a holiday. This wasn't a city-wide power outage. This was... wrong. Deeply, fundamentally wrong. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was a suffocating blanket, a vacuum that sucked the very life out of the air. It felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something, or perhaps, had simply forgotten how to exhale.

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