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Nicholas Boothman
can explain. Even in the middle of chaos,
uncertainty, or pain, it arrives anyway, as if from
beyond reason.”
He’d seen this transformation before when
people finally broke free from the old stories they’d
been telling themselves for years. But this was
beyond therapy. This was spiritual code. Identity
liberation built into the very structure of language.
Before they could copy the pattern, Carolina’s
device chirped: a silent motion alert. The stairs.
Someone was coming.
Henry clicked off his light. They ducked behind
a pillar, breath tight.
Footsteps. Two of them. Heavy boots on stone.
Voices. One male, low. The other female.
“I told you they’d come here,” said the woman.
He recognized the accent. Eastern European.
Calm. Efficient.
“We wait?” asked the man.
“No. We erase.”
The woman stepped into view. Tall, dark coat,
gloves. Her eyes swept the room, then landed on
the spiral.
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