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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter: 6
Dictators and Despots
Henry wasn’t a mystic. Never had been. He
believed in patterns, not prophecy. But the deeper
he’d gone, the more he’d sensed something else: an
invisible framework beneath every word, shaping
what people think, steering who they believe they
are.
It wasn’t a grid or a web he saw beneath the
words. It was a spiral, tightening when Chorus
spoke, opening when fragments of the God Word
leaked through. Once you noticed the direction,
you could never unsee it.
And now, standing in a backstreet in the Graça
with a Chorus pin and a code in his hand, he could
feel that framework flexing, straining. The God
Word wasn’t just a clue, it was a crack in the
structure. If it spread, people might start seeing the
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