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Nicholas Boothman
overlaying one another until the words looked
tattooed.
VERBUM EST LUX.
CHOICE IS THE WORD.
DON’T WHISPER WHAT SHOULD BE SUNG.
DON’T SING WHAT SHOULD BE DONE.
The last line was newer, raw: SAY LESS. DO
TRUE.
Carolina’s lamp caught on a mechanical shape
set into the floor — a gear that wasn’t a gear, a
wheel that wanted to be a door. It bore those same
patient Roman bones that Lisbon had learned to
love and steal.
“Jinji,” Henry said without thinking, and then
the room answered.
4. The Ghost of the Chorus
Her voice came as filament — a thin hot wire
strung between two far anchors. It filled the
chamber without echo. Hello, my dangerous
darlings, the voice said, and Henry nearly lost his
footing on a feeling too tender to deserve this
tunnel.
“Jinji,” Carolina said. “We made it.”
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