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Divine Spark Rising
She turned into a narrow alley, boots striking
stone. “Then the crown that bends the other way. I
knew to look for twisted ironwork. Most grates run
straight. One doesn’t.”
They broke into the courtyard. Cracked stone,
weeds, and in the center, a rusted grate bent like a
crooked crown.
Carolina crouched. “Here.”
Henry leaned over as cool air touched his face.
“A cistern.”
She snapped her fingers into the dark. The echo
fell, rolled back and then stopped.
“Every cistern answers,” she said. “Except the
one hiding something.”
“You don’t just see these places, Carolina.
You’ve been here before.”
She didn’t flinch. “I told you. I mapped them
out years ago.”
“For what?”
A pause. Then, “Serpa asked me to.”
“Serpa,” he spat. “Of course. While I was trying
to pick up the pieces, you were running errands for
him.”
“It wasn’t like that,” Henry said. “I thought it
was research. History. That’s all.”
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