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Divine Spark Rising
He slid the phone into his pocket, staring at the
mirrored wall. The Portuguese sun outside was
bright, almost cruel in its indifference.
Some messages are not meant to be ignored.
Some ghosts do not stay buried.
Henry stared at the screen. The word Kir cut too
deep, too precise. Only she would use it. Unless
someone else had learned her tells. Unless someone
had dug through their past.
He typed a reply. Four words only.
Fourth blink. Teagarden tomorrow.
Cryptic, simple. A code they had once used
between lectures and late-night cafés. No one else
would think twice. But she would.
A smiling emoji blinked back.
Their code still held. But for the first time, he
wondered: was it really her holding the other end
of the line… or someone waiting to spring a trap?
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