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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 4 The First Truth
The main hall of St. Michael’s was too full.
People stood shoulder to shoulder with bowls of soup, paper cups, and wet coats. Volunteers moved through the crowd with practiced calm, but the room had an edge Henry could feel before he understood it.
A man near the back kept saying, “I’m fine,” while tears ran down his face.
A woman laughed too loudly at nothing.
Two teenagers sat against the wall, whispering with the intensity of people planning an escape.
Claire moved from table to table, touching shoulders, refilling cups, keeping everyone from tipping into panic by sheer force of presence.
Vincent watched the room from beside Henry.
“This is what truth looks like before language catches up,” he said.
Henry frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means people know something’s wrong before they can name it.”
Across the hall, Jinji leaned against the wall, laptop under one arm, scanning the crowd as if searching for a pattern.
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