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Divine Spark Rising
Far up the coast road, Henry’s headlights swept
the highway. Carolina sat beside him, arms folded,
mind replaying the scrambled call.
“She’ll come,” Henry said.
Then there she was, waiting at the cliffs of Luz,
satchel slung over her shoulder. She slipped into
the car.
“You dropped the pin,” she said. “I followed it.”
Henry smirked. “Not many would.”
“We knew you would,” Carolina said.
Jinji dropped her satchel, unzipped it, and
pulled out her rig. “Show me.”
Carolina handed over the pendant. Jinji clicked
it open to find a slim drive hidden inside. She
slotted it into her adapter.
“Chorus booby-trap,” she said. “Open this
wrong, and your system fries.”
Henry frowned. “A trap.”
“Back door,” Jinji corrected. “But not for me.”
She stripped the lock, green code scrolling. Then
froze. “Here’s what they didn’t want you to see.”
The retreat was carved into the cliffs, pale stone
rooms shaped like caves. A wooden sign read:
Casa dos Espelhos — House of Mirrors.
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