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Divine Spark Rising
ago, Henry. You texted me yesterday. ‘I’m in
Lisbon.’ And I replied.”
“So who did?”
He let the question hang. She had vanished with
Serpa. No calls, no explanations. Just gone. Now
suddenly, here they were.
She showed him her phone. A photo of him in
the Rossio, glancing over his shoulder. The angle
was too sharp, not a selfie. He remembered the
man in the light suit with the camera. Someone had
placed him.
“We’ve been set up,” he said.
“Inside job?”
“Keep moving.”
“Library?”
“Library.”
They threaded through the crowd, keeping their
shoulders loose, their pace steady. They spoke in
hushed tones.
“And the God Word?” Henry asked.
“Not just theory anymore. The patterns, the
steps, the triggers. Older than we thought.”
Ten years had passed, yet she stood close as if
nothing had broken. Older, wiser, the same
dangerous spark in her eyes.
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