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Nicholas Boothman
Carolina slid a battered leather folio across the
table.
“These were Joaquim’s,” she said. “His private
notes.”
Henry untied the strap, heart kicking at the sight
of Serpa’s cramped handwriting. He scanned the
pages. Some were just single words repeated until
the ink dug through the paper. Others spiraled into
linguistic traps, phrases designed to bypass logic
and lodge belief directly in the mind.
It was a chaos of traditions, but as his eye darted
between the pages, a pattern began to surface. Not
a puzzle meant for one mind, but a mosaic, a
design that needed multiple perspectives to
assemble.
He looked up. “These aren’t just notes. They’re
instructions. He wanted us to follow them.”
She didn’t answer.
Henry set the folio down, the inked words still
burning in his mind.
“I don’t know how to go any further without
you, Henry. I tried. But this…” She tapped the open
page, where a string of Hebrew letters curled into a
spiral. “It refuses me.”
He studied her, surprised by the admission.
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