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Nicholas Boothman
Symbols rose inside it like bubbles. They tried to
make grammar. They didn’t.
Aleph stopped there and turned his hands over,
palms up. He flexed his fingers. Pain crossed his
face quick as a bird. The motion meant Time.
“Whose?” Henry asked — and hated himself for
speaking.
The crystal responded to his voice like a loyal
dog. The symbols inside aligned into something too
tidy, too grateful. A sentence formed in Sofia’s old
cadence:
SAFE IS TRUE.
Sera stepped between Henry and the pillar.
“No.”
She breathed a note that wasn’t a note. The
sentence cracked. The symbols scattered like
frightened starlings.
Aleph’s fingers shaped two words delicately: Go
deeper.
Carolina’s eyes widened. “There’s an inner
vault.”
Aleph nodded once. He pointed to the ring’s
western arc, where the reflection was darkest, the
sky below the water showing the faintest outline of
Roman rock and something like a door drawn by a
patient god.
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