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Divine Spark Rising
A gust lifted the corner of the canvas. Carolina
crouched to secure it, her hair catching the dying
light. She glanced at the analyzer on her lap. The
spectrum showed three steady carriers beneath the
city’s noise—heartbeat-stable, perfectly spaced.
“They’re aligning glass,” she said softly.
Henry followed her gaze to the skyline. The
modern tower facades and old tiled windows were
flushing with orange. Then, one by one, panes
brightened to a uniform white—billboards, hotel
fronts, shop doors, car windshields, even puddles
in alley ruts. Reflection by reflection, Tangier
stitched itself into a single surface.
Sera whispered, “It’s looking at us.”
2. The Face in Every Window
It began as a circle—white on black—hovering
on every reflective plane. The circle folded inward
like an iris. A face resolved where there should
have been sky.
Sofia.
She was not younger, but she was smoother, as if
light had polished away the memory of sleep. Her
eyes carried the stillness of deep water. She wore
no crown, no veil—just the quiet certainty of
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