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Divine Spark Rising
“How many fragments do you have?” he asked.
“Three,” she said. Her hand hovered over the
notes as if afraid the pages might vanish. “We need
nine more. And we don’t have much time.”
Henry felt the weight of Serpa’s presence
pressing in through every line of ink, as if the man
himself were still guiding their steps from the
shadows.“You tested it so far?”
“Halfway. A refugee kid who hadn’t spoken in
months said seven words after hearing the fourth
line.”
“What words?”
Her answer landed heavy. “I remember who I
was before.”
Henry let out a slow breath. Those words aren’t
just memory. They’re a reset, stripped clean, back to
who you were before the hurt, before the lies,
before the masks.
“That was dangerous, Carolina. A kid saying ‘I
remember who I was before’, you know what that
means. That’s not healing. That’s a full reset.”
“Run the whole sequence and millions get reset
to the self they buried years ago,” she said. “They’d
still know their jobs, their families, their names. But
suddenly they stop pretending. The welder who’s
been told all his life he’s just muscle remembers the
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