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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 18: The Living
Word
1. The Pulse Alphabet
Sera stepped to the rail and placed her left hand
flat against it, fingers spread. With the right she
found her own pulse at the wrist. She closed her
eyes until the platform, the tower, the wound of the
river, and the voices braided into one fabric. Then
she began to speak — not with her mouth, not with
sound.
Her pulse changed.
Not faster. Not slower. Patterned.
Two quick beats, one long. Pause. One long, one
quick, one quick. A rest that felt like looking
someone in the eyes.
Carolina’s analyzer went manic, the graph
dancing in a grammar the software had not been
built to parse. “It’s bioelectric,” she whispered.
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