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Divine Spark Rising
Carolina froze. “That means…”
“They’ll have to choose,” Jinji said. “Every
single one.”
Static swallowed her.
Across the globe, the battle deepened.
In Rio, a mother paused mid-dish and stared at
her phone, lips trembling.
In Tokyo, a student erased a draft tweet and
wrote something entirely new.
In Nairobi, an old poet whispered into the
crowded air: “I am the story I choose.”
The spiral was taking root.
But so was the mimic.
Chorus Control Room.
Alarms painted the walls red. “Engagement’s
dropping,” a technician shouted. “We’re losing
control.”
The Curator’s reply was cold. “Then push
harder. Flood them with shame.”
“Sir. That could trigger panic.”
“Do it.”
Henry felt it before he saw it. A wave of
synthetic despair, heavy as tar, pressed into the
field. Screens flashed approval-loops, drowning
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