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it said, and its voice was the grinding of ancient tectonic plates. “And I am free.”

Not violently. Not with thunder. But like a thought returning to a sleeping mind. The city’s canals boiled with displaced water. Ships slid sideways. And then—stillness. chyan free coloso

The chains did not break. They unlearned themselves. One by one, the prayers turned into silence, and the silence turned into freedom. it said, and its voice was the grinding