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Chapter 147 – The Cloudless Thought
Author: Clare Felix
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The morning broke like any morning, but few still believed in mornings as any. The air had an unwholesome lightness, the sense of having been washed of shadow. The sun moved high like a conscientious pupil, unwavering, unshadowed, untroubled. And the people of Terra Anima awoke to an unease they had not yet learned to call by name.

In the settlements that were sprinkled on the plains and clustered by streams, the negotiations fell apart. The mothers left their sentences unfinished as they nursed infants. The farmers remained with hands resting on hoes or spades, forgetting what they had to do next. Even the poets, accustomed to being so ravenous with parable or verse, had their tongues glued to silence.

It wasn't forgetfulness, the way it once was. Memories weren't being snatched away like leaves on a windy day. Rather, the idea of memory itself became irrelevant. A great stillness had moved through the tapestry of mind, lifting yesterday's weight, the need to remember. Minds began to
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