Chapter 92 White Horizon

• The wind had been whispering for weeks before the storm finally came. Each morning carried a sharper bite, a warning that lingered in the air and under the skin.
• For nearly a month, the streets of Talawan had been filled with movement — convoys of soldiers and Watchers guiding citizens toward the designated shelters. They worked in shifts, night and day, carrying the elderly, escorting families with small children, and delivering food rations to those still packing.
• “Report to your assigned shelter. Bring only essentials,” the loudspeakers repeated in calm, measured tones. “Medical teams are available for those with special needs. Do not panic. Assistance will arrive.”