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Nicholas Boothman
The projector died. Black. The room held its
breath.
Zhara touched Sera’s shoulder in the dark.
“Tomorrow she will come kinder,” she said.
“Which is to say, worse.”
Sera’s fingers trembled. “I’ll be louder.”
Henry listened for the city’s heartbeat and found
it again, faint but real, stitched with a stubborn
rhythm he recognized as human.
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