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Nicholas Boothman
They promised her freedom, safety, even a life
off the grid. When she refused, they showed her the
other path: friends in chains, people she loved
marked for silence.
So Jinji smiled. She let them smooth her hair,
adjust her jacket, rehearse her lines. She gave them
what they wanted: calm, steady, convincing. A
voice the world would follow.
But deep inside, she left a trace. Each line she
spoke, she added a pause, a half-beat longer than
scripted. To anyone else, it was nothing. But if
Henry ever saw it, he would know.
The signal: I’m still me
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