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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 1: Lisbon Still
Whispers
In the foothills of Himachal, Henry Talbot had
almost forgotten how to listen for danger.
The mountains spoke in older rhythms, goats on
stone, water on slate, a boy calling to his sister
through fog. Every sound was honest, nothing
disguised as progress. He taught language in the
mornings, fixed radios in the afternoons, and
pretended not to notice the world moving on
without him.
The villagers called him teacher sahib. They liked
his quiet and his habit of drawing spirals in the
dust at dusk.
“Is it a spell?” one little girl asked.
He smiled. “No. It’s a mirror.”
She frowned at the spiral as if it might blink.
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