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The café was the usual kind of hum — spoons against ceramic, low chatter, the hiss of the espresso machine. No one looked up. No one ever did.

A man stopped mid-sentence, coffee cup hovering. A teenager pulled out one earbud. The barber next door, visible through the open door, froze with scissors in the air. publicflash

Then it happened.

Then the sun moved. The color drained. The room returned to beige and gray. The café was the usual kind of hum