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Divine Spark Rising
“You can be statues,” Sofia said, and for a
heartbeat she sounded tired. “Beautiful. Safe.
Unhurt.”
Sera’s whisper was a blade. “Unborn.”
3. The Counter-Sermon
Carolina raised her hand. “Let me try
something.” She routed Sera’s heartbeat from a clip
—two soft thuds and a pause—beneath Sofia’s
voice, almost too low to perceive.
“Won’t that make it worse?” Hafid asked.
“If she’s erasing possible sound,” Carolina said,
“let’s add the oldest possible one.”
The speakers carried Sofia’s rhythm on top of
Sera’s quiet body-signal. The two patterns
interfered. Not loud. Not even particularly audible.
But in the corners of the room, the dust behaved
differently. The copper plates trembled against their
hooks with a sound like coins forgiving one
another.
Sofia’s voice faltered on the four-beat. She
recovered instantly.
“Cute,” she said, amused. “You’re learning to
tune.”
Carolina whispered, “She heard it.”
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