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Divine Spark Rising
She paused, steady, unblinking.
“This… is the real Word.”
“And it’s yours now.”
Henry placed a hand on her shoulder. “That was
better than any protocol.”
She smiled. “Because it wasn’t one.”
Across the world, on rooftops, in crowded
streets, whispered between strangers, sung under
breath in kitchens, something rare began to spread.
Not rebellion.
Not revolution.
Something older, quieter, stronger.
The power to rewrite your own life story.
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