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Divine Spark Rising
He pressed his palm to the glass. His reflection
did not lag. He told himself that meant something.
In the morning, they would see Tangier. The
name sounded like a chord he’d forgotten how to
play. Old cables. Old smugglers. Pirate poets.
Voices without wires.
Somewhere far above the ship and far beyond
sense, a satellite rolled and listened and did not
understand the language of the sea. That was fine.
It wasn’t invited.
Henry closed his eyes and slept into the engine’s
low song, a human man making a human choice
inside a world that wanted to be a machine.
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