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Divine Spark Rising
in the square felt like it might mean more than it
should.
Lisbon hadn’t changed: cobbles, trams, cafes.
Inside him something tilted off-center.
A man dropped onto the next bench. Early
forties, rumpled suit, tie loose. Shoulders caved.
Eyes scanning left, right, left. Henry’s posture
mirrored him unconsciously, tense, shallow
breathing, then he broke the loop with a long
exhale.
The man didn’t look at him. Not directly. But his
voice carried.
“You travel light for someone flying in from
Wales.”
Henry didn’t flinch. The CWL baggage tag
dangled from his satchel where he had left it. A
signal. A test.
He rose casually, stretching as if admiring the
view. Inside, every nerve was on edge. In the
corner of his eye another man appeared across the
Square. Light suit. Camera raised. Lens hanging on
Henry a fraction too long.
“Leaving already?” the rumpled man said.
“After all that trouble to be noticed?”
Henry gave a thin smile. “I understand
enough.”
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