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Divine Spark Rising
carried the sleepless knowledge of a man who had
heard fragments of the original protocol and
survived.
“You want to leak it?” he asked.
Carolina nodded. “The authentic God Word. In
full. Before Chorus spreads their synthetic copy.”
Marcos shook his head. “That’s not a message.
That’s a virus.”
Henry’s reply was steady. “It’s a vaccine.”
“You’ll be hunted. Discredited. Erased.”
Henry smiled faintly. “Already happened once.”
Carolina added, “We don’t need everyone to
believe. Just enough to resist.”
Midnight. The decision point.
Hack Chorus servers and risk being crushed in
seconds. Or go public with the real God Word,
unleashing something too big to contain.
Henry stood at the chalk spiral again, running
the twelve steps through his mind like a hymn. He
whispered the closing phrase:
“The story you live… is the one you choose.”
He turned to Carolina. “We go public.”
She agreed, then frowned. “But not from here.”
At dawn, they crossed the river to the Cristo Rei
monument, Lisbon’s own Redeemer. Arms wide,
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