The bakers noticed first: their shadows crossed the square before lunch while the sun remained overhead.
Arrows on the ground
Every shadow pointed toward the old hillside reservoir, though people faced different directions.
Mayor Vale called it superstition until his own silhouette climbed the council wall.
The buried crack
Engineer Amara followed the converging lines and found fresh seepage beneath ivy. Records showed repairs postponed for years.
The town evacuated the lower streets before the weakened wall failed during the night's storm.
Ordinary noon
After reconstruction, shadows obeyed the sun again. No instrument explained the warning, and Amara did not invent one.
The council published the neglected reports beside the legend, so wonder would never replace maintenance again.
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