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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 23: Praça do
Comércio
At dawn, Lisbon held its breath.
Not empty. Not asleep. Just still.
Henry stood in the Praça do Comércio, watching
the Tagus shimmer pink under the rising sun. The
spiral had peaked during the night — seventy-four
million views, dozens of translations, gatherings
across continents. Yet the morning didn’t feel like
triumph.
It felt raw.
As if the world had remembered something
painful and wasn’t sure what to do with it.
Carolina approached, two coffees in hand.
“They’re calling it the Awakening,” she said.
“Skeptics say it’s a psycholinguistic breach.”
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