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Nicholas Boothman
“And I’m supposed to just trust you?”
Carolina met his eyes. “Yes. That would be
good.”
“Fine.”
“The Moors built them everywhere for survival.
If you wanted something to last, you carved it
where the city drinks.”
“Fine. Lead the way.”
Together they pulled the grate aside. The metal
shrieked. Below, a narrow stair spiraled into the
dark.
They climbed down. Their footsteps echoed,
each sound bouncing back twice, as if the chamber
wanted to hold on to every noise. Flashlight beams
swept across damp stone. Arches curved overhead,
reflected in the still black water below.
Henry whispered, “It feels like the place is alive.
Built to repeat itself.”
Carolina stopped under one arch. The keystone
above her carried faint carvings, a star lattice
almost worn smooth. Except for one line. A spiral
curling left while all the others curled right.
She reached up, fingertips brushing the groove.
“Comfort is the echo,” she said. “The same words,
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