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Nicholas Boothman
thought in reflex. Phones buzzed with hollow
affirmation.
Carolina gasped. “They weaponized shame.”
Henry took her hand, steady.
“We don’t fight shame with facts. We fight it
with recognition.”
He leaned into the live feed, voice cutting
through the noise: “You don’t need to be fixed. You
need to be heard.”
The spiral brightened. Not louder. But deeper.
In Geneva, the Curator’s smile finally faltered as
metrics began to slide.
The False Word was sharp.
But the God Word was true.
And truth was beginning to spread.
The people weren’t obeying.
They were remembering.
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