PART I: CRACKS IN THE FOUNDATION113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiW5bGJlEG1
The past resurfaces. Friendships fray. A wall once silent begins to whisper.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3bz5CCY1Bn
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The sun dipped low over Kisumu, casting long, golden shadows across the dusty school grounds. A cool breeze stirred the leaves of the jacaranda trees, their purple blossoms fluttering like whispered secrets in the evening air. But beneath the calm surface of the school, tension hung thick and unspoken, like a storm waiting to break.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnwBDOWSz0Y
The Berlin Wall—a name heavy with history, heavy with meaning. Not the Berlin Wall of distant lands and global headlines, but a wall just as real, just as unyielding, standing firm between Kisumu Girls’ and Kisumu Boys’ High Schools. A barrier of stone and silence, dividing worlds that longed to touch but were forced apart.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡreUjbHT5DR
For years, the Berlin Wall had stood watch, cold and indifferent, its shadow stretching across the dusty grounds, marking not just the boundary of two schools, but the limits of friendship, trust, and freedom.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU4qUinriX2
No one really knew the full story. The event that had shattered the fragile peace between the two schools was a secret carefully guarded—a scandal so deep that it demanded a wall. Not just any wall, but a barrier of stone and silence, erected to divide, to protect, and to punish.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYpsus0n9ZX
The first stones were laid under the cover of dusk, each one heavy with the weight of broken promises and shattered trust. The workers who built it felt the burden—not just of the physical labor, but of the invisible wounds that had carved this boundary.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKIVCgkSOXh
Rumors had swirled among the students and townsfolk. Some whispers of forbidden friendship that had crossed lines no one dared to name. Others spoke of betrayal, of a secret meeting gone wrong, of a night when laughter turned to tears and futures were forever altered.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7HHBnw51Ly
But the truth was buried—locked away beneath layers of silence, known only to a handful and the stones themselves.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2eWsPZUi1j
As the wall grew taller, it became more than a barrier. It became a silent witness to generations of secrets, to the footsteps of those brave enough to cross its shadow, and to the messages hidden in its cracks.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYNnRVEm7pz
Years passed, and the wall absorbed the whispers of students who dared to defy it. Notes slipped through gaps; coded messages. The wall listened, remembered, and waited.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqGlNK8P1Oq
Now, as a new generation steps into the shadow of that wall, the past stirs once more. Old secrets threaten to unravel, alliances are being tested, and the line between friend and foe will blur.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ejlYhxebJ
Because the wall is not just stone and mortar—it is a living story, a silent keeper of truths waiting to be uncovered.113Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEn7KG9slED
And the cracks have begun showing.8964 copyright protection109ＰＥＮＡＮＡu8A9Tz7oq5 維尼

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