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then the wrong one — their wrong one — and the
seam opened.
They entered the labyrinth.
It was a corridor with too many corners, each
pane of glass set to distort without lying.
Reflections gathered like gossip. In every surface,
another Henry, another Carolina, another Sera.
Sometimes older, sometimes absurd. In one pane
Henry wore a collar and a priest’s humility; in
another he wore a billionaire’s grin and grief. In
one, Carolina’s hands were ink-stained with
children’s homework; in another, scrubbed raw
from lab soap. Sera was sometimes a singer on a
rooftop, sometimes a quiet woman at a kitchen
window, sometimes a name no one knew.
Carolina whispered, forgot, and shut her mouth.
Her breath came back obedient.
A sign in neat serif font hung at eye level: THIS
WAY TO PEACE. An arrow pointed right. Another
sign, identical, pointed left. A third pointed back
the way they’d come. A fourth pointed nowhere at
all.
Sera smiled, the way one smiles at a child who
thinks it has invented hiding. She touched Henry’s
sleeve. Hold, the touch said.
They went straight.
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