27.10.2025, 16:05
Spring came to Isfahan, but its arrival was a deception. The sun shone but gave no warmth; the apricot trees bloomed with a desperate, doomed beauty. The three months after Fordow passed like one long, gray day. Their report on the “unintentional singularity” had been accepted. The world pretended to believe it. But something had broken. The air in the research center had grown thick, viscous with distrust
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