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Divine Spark Rising
them the pulse accelerated, the room redefining
itself after each footstep, cleaning their footprints as
quickly as they made them.
Halfway up the stair, a new pulse struck—the
opposite of heartbeat. Henry staggered against the
wall. The concrete shook dust out of its years.
“Counterwave!” Carolina shouted. “They’re
trying to unwrite the staircase.”
Sera turned on the step, put both palms on the
wall, and sang into stone. The tremor pulled back
as if surprised to be told the stairs had a name.
Henry grabbed her wrist. “Don’t be a door too
soon,” he said, breathless.
They reached the alley where Hafid waited,
wide-eyed, pistol down. “I heard the room change
its mind,” he said, voice small. “I did not know
rooms could do that.”
“Now you do,” Zhara said. “Go.”
They ran through the medina’s arteries until
their breath wrote heat on the night.
6. Aboveground
On Zhara’s roof, the wind made a low
instrument of the antenna cage. Carolina slid the
drive into the old console, patched its output into
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