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Divine Spark Rising
weightless, hair lifting in the heat. Then she was
gone. No sound, no cry, no fall. Only stillness.
The light folded in on itself and died. The air
smelled of rain and copper. Carolina was on her
knees beside the dark spiral, coughing. The
instruments were dead.
Henry stared into the empty center of the floor.
“Sofia,” he said.
Nothing answered. Only the faint hum of silence
carrying itself up through the Well.
The tram bell jolted him back. He blinked and
found himself again on the terrace above the river,
coffee cooling in his hand. The hum of the city
returned, fragile and uneven.
A gull cried once and was quiet. The guitarist
down the street began another song but stopped
halfway through again, shaking his head.
Henry set the cup down and took out his
notebook. On the first page, written months ago in
Sofia’s neat handwriting, were five words: Silence
remembers what we forget.
He closed it. The river breeze caught the edge of
the paper and flipped it open again, as if
disagreeing.
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