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Divine Spark Rising
Henry looked at his forearm. A perfect oval
reddened where the mirrored palm had burned its
silence into him. He pressed fingers to it and felt
angry and grateful at once.
He knew the next step.
“Praça do Comércio,” he said. “Tonight.”
Carolina nodded. “The Spiral.”
Sera straightened, wiping rain from her face that
hadn’t fallen. “Not painted.”
Henry shook his head. “Made.”
They stepped back into the city, each carrying a
fragment of a word that would not fit on a page.
The underground hummed below them: Say
less. Do true.
The river turned its old argument over another
stone.
And somewhere between mirrors and water, a man
without a voice kept a door open long enough for
choice to find new mouths.
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