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Sera’s pulse softened back toward ordinary. She
looked faintly dazed, as if returning from a beach
no one else had found.
Carolina squeezed her shoulder. “How do you
feel?”
Sera considered and answered like a poet forced
to be a doctor. “Like I spent a currency the body
prints and doesn’t save.”
“We’ll get you more,” Henry said.
“By doing,” Sera smiled, and the engine
couldn’t store the smile either.
5). The Curator’s Reply
Sofia didn’t threaten. She didn’t plead. Her voice
came low and strangely intimate, the way she used
to ask a question in seminar that rearranged
Henry’s week.
“When you step through that gate,” she said,
“there will be a labyrinth I won’t let you solve with
choreography or charm. It will be made of the
versions of you who deserved mercy and didn’t get
it.”
Henry’s mouth went dry. “We’ll go anyway.”
“Of course you will,” she said, with love and
exasperation braided as tightly as rope. “I taught
you. You learned too well.”
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