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Divine Spark Rising
She caught the next train south. In the window
reflection, her own eyes looked like someone else’s
—older, more afraid.
When the tunnel lights flickered, she heard the
hum again, faint and familiar. It pulsed like breath.
A child across the aisle began humming the
same note. His mother shushed him. The boy
whispered, “It’s the song that listens back.”
Carolina gripped the seat. Somewhere under the
tracks, the silence was alive.
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