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Divine Spark Rising
He pulled her into the shadows. The two men
entered the chamber slowly: one tall, the other
stocky, both in black tactical gear. One carried a
phone scanning the walls. The other carried
something worse: a torch and solvent.
“Caladors. They’re here to erase it,” he said.
As the men began dousing the wall, Henry
sprang. A twist, a grab, a sweep. He slammed the
torch carrier to the ground. Carolina jabbed the
other in the neck with a collapsible stylus. Nerve
point. Instant blackout.
Henry stood over them, breathing hard.
Silence closed in, broken only by Carolina’s
quick breath. She stared at Henry.
“Since when do professors fight like that?”
He wiped his hand on his jacket, said nothing.
“Don’t give me silence,” she snapped. “That
wasn’t luck. That was training. Where?”
There was a sabbatical he never talked about. A
year gone. Off the grid. Out of the lecture halls.
When he came back, he moved different. Shoulders
loose. Eyes sharper. Like he’d learned more than
books. Nobody asked. He never told.
Carolina narrowed her eyes. “Lisbon? No.
Further. I’ve heard the whispers. It was Yemen,
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