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Divine Spark Rising
base, reflecting light that had no source Henry
could name.
On the far wall, an inset rectangle waited, black
as a dead screen.
Sera glanced at it, then at Henry. “She hung
memories there,” she whispered. “Old ones. Before
the Mirror learned to make new.”
Carolina laid Serpa’s Notebook 20 on the table,
then set both palms on the stone as if checking a
patient’s pulse. “The gate called this the rehearsal
room,” she said. “Where doctrine begins and doubt
ends.”
Henry exhaled. “Then we start with doubt.”
He touched the rectangle. It woke.
2) Jinji In Light
Not a screen — a sheet of water learning to be
glass.
The surface shimmered, pulled itself taut, and held
an image that wasn’t pixels so much as memory
persuaded to stand still. A woman in a plain black
shirt, hair pinned fast as if arguing with gravity.
Jinji. Her face half in shadow, half in the kind of
light cheap cameras give saints.
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