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Chapter 133. Lisa and the Silence
Author: Chris Ahafa
last update2025-11-06 21:11:40

The city was too quiet. Lisa stood at the base of the nearest tower, her breath shallow, her hands shaking.

The metal structure, usually glowing with soft blue veins, was almost dark. Only a faint shimmer pulsed deep inside it, weak like a dying ember.

People had gathered around in clusters. Some whispered. Some prayed. Most simply stared at the towers with hollow eyes.

A man near Lisa muttered, “It’s over. The towers are going out. That means he’s gone.”

Lisa spun toward him. “Don’t say that.”

He raised his hands. “Look for yourself.”

She looked. The towers that once breathed with Jonah’s heartbeat now flickered like broken lamps. The hum that filled the air every morning was fading.

Another woman whispered, “We need a new leader now, someone who isn’t lost in the light.”

Lisa stepped forward. “Jonah is not lost.”

The woman shook her head. “Then where is he?”

Lisa opened her mouth, but no words came. She pressed her lips together and walked away before anyone else could argue.

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