
You play the mayor of Semur, already weighing a public taunt about faith and money when the town wakes to a grey dawn that will not lift into daylight. Instruments find nothing wrong; the visionary Paul Lecamus insists something is. That night you inspect the gates yourself and step past the threshold into a cold, invisible pressure that gives no form, no voice, and no ground to retreat over. By morning Semur must decide whether it is besieged.
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