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Nicholas Boothman
Henry wandered toward the far corner,
brushing his fingers along the porous surface of a
skull. What stories had lived behind these eyes?
What last words had they spoken?
Then he saw it.
Near the base of the column a word, barely
etched into the stone beneath a cracked femur.
Desvincula. “Break the link.”
He knelt and said it aloud.
The stone beneath him shifted.
A low click echoed through the chapel. The
flagstones retracted a few inches. Carolina was
already at his side.
He stood and pressed both hands against the
slab. Beneath it was a narrow staircase descending
into pitch-blackness.
Carolina flipped on a flashlight. “There’s our
echo.”
They descended twenty feet underground into a
vault-like chamber. The air was still. No bones
lined these walls: only symbols. Script etched in
concentric rings, spiralling inward on the floor like
a linguistic vortex.
She knelt at the edge of the spiral and gasped.
“It’s the Disassociation Sequence.”
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