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Divine Spark Rising
Henry’s mind caught on that letter, the way her
fingers had lingered there. She wasn’t just talking
about the fragment. She was telling him exactly
which one.
Henry blinked. “The Initiation Well?”
Sofia smiled. “Yes. Where they taught the silence
to speak.”
The Initiation Well was a spiral staircase carved
deep into the earth, used in ancient rites by the
Knights Templar, Masons, and later, underground
philosophers. Each level was designed to mimic the
descent into the subconscious.
Step after step, Henry and Carolina spiraled
downward. Circles would have closed them in, but
the spiral pulled them deeper, stripping away
sound, light, and certainty. It felt less like walking
down and more like being unwound.
“There,” she said.
On the fifth landing, an altar was etched into the
wall, barely visible under centuries of moss and
grime. Henry knelt, brushing it clean. A series of
phrases emerged.
He read them aloud under his breath:
“I am not what I was. I am not what they said. I
am the word before the word.”
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