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Divine Spark Rising
the notes again—the crooked triangle from the
capture.
The boy hiccuped. His eyes went wide with the
solemn intelligence of the very young. He listened.
He stopped crying. He curled into his mother’s
chest like a comma in the right place.
Henry watched Carolina’s mouth close around
the last note, small and sure. “Meaning,” he said
softly.
She looked embarrassed. “Just a sound.”
“No,” he said. “A choice.”
The ferry cut across the river. In the middle, the
engines coughed and came back. For a second
everything was still. Henry glanced at the water,
expecting to see his reflection hesitate. It didn’t. The
river chose to move.
He took that as a good omen, which told him
more about his state of mind than he wanted to
know.
4. The Call of Tangier
They reached the south bank, caught a bus, then
a train, then a car that shouldn’t have been licensed
and perhaps wasn’t, to the overnight ferry to
Morocco. The paperwork was wrong in the right
ways. The dockworkers were bored and half-kind.
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