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attachment: when the words stop, the world
changes.
Attached was a photo of a cracked stone tablet
covered in carvings, some in Latin, some in
Portuguese, one in what looked like early Arabic.
Henry zoomed in on the last line: “Quando as
palavras param, o mundo muda.”
“When the words stop, the world changes.”
“Oh sure,” Carolina said, “When the words stop,
you hear what’s real, and it’s rarely what they want
you to hear.”
“Sintra,” Henry said. “Then that’s where the
words stop.”
She studied him. It wasn’t just an observation, it
was a promise. From the look in his eyes, she knew
Henry wasn’t talking about geography. He was
talking about breaking Chorus’s loop. About
turning the spiral outward, for good.
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