CHAPTER ONE30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPzWT5fiyFB
“Colonial Codes”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY6AixIygS5
The rain had stopped hours ago, but the scent of damp earth clung to the halls of Kisumu Boys’ like an old hymn. Jabari stood in the archive room of St. Theresa’s Missionary Annex, a dusty brick wing that had once served colonial officers and now housed forgotten files and moth-eaten school trophies. Light filtered through high, grilled windows, illuminating swirls of dust around him like the ghosts of policy-makers past.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFNrtJ3QDBV
He wasn’t alone.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYgeszG4nUH
Musa sat crouched by a dented cabinet drawer marked “Education—Boundary Acts: 1920–1970”, flipping through yellowing folders. The pages crumbled at the edges but still bore the insignia of the British protectorate: a lion crouching beneath a palm tree.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡURCZ5E7TGe
“I’ve found it,” Jabari said quietly, pulling out a single, sealed envelope tied with faded red tape. In ink barely legible, it read:30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdhRyeeE83a
‘Edict 17B – Joint Custody Regulations – Kisumu Educational Districts – Dated: 1925’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2RwQ6kfvU7
Musa looked up. “You sure that’s the one?”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0F98uv2yC
Jabari didn’t answer immediately. He sliced the seal open with the edge of his prefect’s badge. Inside was a sheet of official parchment and a typewritten letter.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡReq0YBMscE
By decree of the Provincial Office of the Protectorate, any institution found to be in violation of Gendered Custody or Moral Formation Standards will be segregated and bound by enforcement walls. No intermingling of students is to be permitted except during externally authorized national functions. The boundary shall be physical, symbolic, and cultural.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpwOHP8EwO
Jabari’s grip on the page tightened. “They didn’t just separate the schools. They erased the idea of unity.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMqEc6DstyX
“And enforced silence,” Musa muttered, pulling out a second page. “Listen to this clause: ‘Failure to comply shall result in withdrawal of national funding, erasure from examination boards, and immediate restructuring of administration under colonial discretion.’”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxKcYSYmOvR
It made sense now. Why the two schools had been split. Why the wall had been built. Why even now, decades later, rebellion felt like a sin instead of resistance.
“Under the third stone from the left, by the old bell,30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPNTf2RcyfD
Names are written that never rang.”
That night, long after lights-out, Jabari walked alone beneath the cloisters. He carried no torch — he knew the angles of this place by heart. Juma had offered to join him, but Jabari waved him off. Some discoveries had to be earned in solitude.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaWTmO6w8GZ
The old bell tower was half-swallowed by creepers now, its spire cracked near the tip. Few students ever came here. There were no schedules to monitor, no records to file. Only silence, wind, and stone.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9kqWnkYoKC
He stood before the base — a squat square of worn masonry. At the base was a row of foundation stones, uneven and chiseled rough. He counted softly.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy4oqJ5jmRo
“One... two... three.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhXFVdY7ghB
The third stone was looser than the others. His fingers, calloused from years of fencing practice, felt for the edge and pried gently. The stone shifted with a reluctant groan, revealing a small cavity beneath.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVDgUEYZUb0
Inside was a roll of thick paper bound with twin cords — one red, one blue.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVkfC43eGnz
Jabari unrolled it slowly. His breath caught.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡClM0uvy7rE
It was a map.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCFiKaJ0UmL
Faint, but clear enough: the outline of the school compound. Except… it was too broad. It stretched beyond the wall. It showed both schools.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSAw0oFl2Bl
His pulse quickened.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡblKBek6zFU
Drawn in graphite and ink, careful as a surgical diagram, was a narrow channel. It began beneath the Kisumu Boys borehole, ran beneath the bell tower’s foundation, and continued — dotted like a breath held — under the wall.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4V08q3fGGY
It reemerged somewhere beyond, marked only with a symbol: a water droplet inside a flame. No labels. No words.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyrzMY0RH1L
And then there was the note, in the same hand as before:30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu9m955CniL
“Built before the split. Sealed after the first betrayal. Still dry. Still waiting.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqWazwm83EI
Jabari sat back on his heels, mind racing. This wasn’t part of the Order’s archives. It wasn’t even in the protected cipher vault. Whoever had drawn this had known how to vanish — and how to leave only what mattered.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvdYY51raz
He thought of what it would mean for their order — to have a corridor that didn’t just pass messages under the wall, but moved bodies through it.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD9dOq50Yd2
“Movement,” he whispered. “Not just contact. Exchange.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt3HXbOeGNl
He rolled the map back tightly, tucked it inside the hollow of his jacket, and replaced the stone as best he could. It no longer sat flush. That would have to do.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXmoHjS6jzJ
Back in his dorm, Juma was waiting at the window, arms folded.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWoLTChl1vC
“Well?”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUwqAgjubrF
Jabari answered with a look, and a word neither of them had said aloud in months:30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQAUHV1sCNx
“It’s real.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1EmAKX3skG
They didn’t speak of it again. Not yet.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyYLftsrGdP
But that night, for the first time in years, Juma dreamt not of climbing over the wall—but of passing through it.
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Long before anyone admitted it — before the Order had its map, before Mercy returned with her black ribbons, before the prefects began whispering about breaches — the Shadow Walkers had already crossed.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86cMSPW8ar
They did not leave names. Only echoes.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhCjVoP1le4
They did not follow rules. Only shadows.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4wck64nfO
They did not ask permission. They moved.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv7PgB6aSFh
And on one night, two terms ago, Kim had seen them — though she didn’t yet understand who or what they were.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS5nkjTCEPc
She had crouched in the dark near the bougainvillea, and she’d seen the wall bend. Not break. Not fall. Just... give. Slightly. Like a breath held and released.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeNB5oTWvo
She’d seen them — boys — fleeing across the red-dust path behind the dormitory. Moving like shadows cut loose from curfew. Moving with the urgency of those who had risked everything to deliver a message.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkwR26P5ahk
And they had.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxO3cKdbT8Q
To her.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6zMw1OnzKM
The Shadow Walkers don’t meet in daylight. They don’t record rosters. They don’t kneel to prefects or care for the rituals of the old Orders.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUFO7tLJo0E
They meet underground, in a forgotten crawlspace beneath the collapsed greenhouse, where mildew clings to concrete and the walls sweat memory.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPTAK9fgd6W
Only a few know the way. Fewer still survive it.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ386UU64oif
Kwame sat cross-legged on the cracked floor, back to the tunnel hatch, fingers brushing the map that had guided them on that first crossing. Otieno leaned beside him, massaging the knee he’d twisted months ago, the limp still aching from that night on the girls’ side.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM4pOiAJ87o
They didn’t speak often. Shadow Walkers spoke through action.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw2fGQD8y7S
When Ayo arrived, breathless and muddy from the drainage slope behind the dorms, he tossed down a folded square of stiff paper.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYCFjncbdfm
A fragment of a science exam from Kisumu Girls. Still warm.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKeVr6dgQGW
“Direct,” Kwame murmured. “Clean.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ3AEEbRB4K
Otieno smiled faintly. “The wall’s just paper now.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU3wSq4MK63
“No,” Kwame said. “The wall is a myth.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzBs6vrFodA
They are not a gang. Not a cult.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡihArBeLshA
Not an extension of the Order.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrRYJAPUgYM
They do not ask for allegiance.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFYvSvfSQO8
They require only presence.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfRQOg6LXmV
Their only law:30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKb93gcfopd
“Never be still.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtNnEBOj2Y7
Shadow Walkers are the quiet between bells. The blur behind hallway reflections.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp84ko0fCYw
The glitch in the security feed.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ33UO3ioN3H
They are protest and prophecy. They are the sharp breath before the truth drops.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaHlKHtnbCE
No crests. No salutes. Just movement.
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Kim stared at the red paper again, its surface soft but deliberate—cut clean, folded once, nothing else. Just the line:30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVYUcpzmyfB
“Curiosity is no longer a private habit.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLRpX4xIyAk
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a joke.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbo3ne7mDn2
It was a signal. But from who?30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡco5dlPxQQX
The Order didn't operate like this. They gave warnings in cold whispers or summoned girls under the guise of “guidance.” This—this was precise. Elegant. A response.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEWr7uJfuPL
And it meant someone had not just found her test note… but understood it.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ehD73GPaT
Stone markings. The first thread that never frayed.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8fet1ruPE
Kim had written those lines as metaphor. A decoy—just cryptic enough to seem meaningless. But someone had read it like a code. And replied.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJxyDkTlELd
Not by replying. By returning it—transformed.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfZgz8mvmJ8
Kim clutched the atlas tighter to her chest.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoygIgr0sGG
Someone had mapped her thinking.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR1TE6PaAfE
And not by surveillance. Not by prefect tricks. This wasn’t Mercy. This wasn’t Naomi.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvf6FyxNTJv
This was someone else.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmm9HiIVvlt
Elsewhere, at the same moment — Kisumu Boys, beneath the bleachers, Kwame watched the rain drip through the iron scaffolding, tapping against the aluminum bleacher seats above like impatient fingers.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQVjVLNXLo
Otieno crouched nearby, watching Kwame unfold the latest page torn from Kim’s original decoy.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbXBFXpCsLu
“‘The first thread that never frayed,’” Otieno read aloud, smiling faintly. “She’s poetic.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAYCAUCbByP
“She’s calculated,” Kwame corrected. “She placed this for us.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLBjFp9hzd8
“No. She placed it for herself,” Otieno said. “We just saw it first.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf04FZ5MJPV
Kwame folded his hands beneath his chin, eyes distant.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWeenlc5Mul
“She wants the truth,” he said finally. “But she wants to control how it arrives. That makes her more dangerous than anyone in the Order.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDiiBE8xPGk
He pulled a thin strip of crimson paper from his pocket—the one he’d already sent back, tucked into the borrowed atlas. The message, his message, had been written in the penmanship of a prefect.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwCxxtd3iaL
Because fear was best delivered in familiar fonts.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo23tMOR6Gz
“Do you think she’ll trace it back to us?” Otieno asked.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQz6oezYuUL
Kwame shook his head. “She’s too smart to assume. But just uncertain enough to wonder.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ59jobl1bWW
He tapped his fingers slowly on his knee.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlbvnTdJ6PY
“If she follows the pattern, she’ll leave something else. Soon.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡowDUAbP7UQ
Otieno glanced up at the bleachers. “And if she doesn’t?”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm30iZotYen
Kwame’s smile was subtle, grim. “Then she’s not the threat we hoped.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTTCvCALQo2
Back at Kisumu Girls. Kim walked slowly down the corridor, Shiko at her side, speaking quietly about missing class notes and cryptic schedules. But Kim wasn’t hearing her anymore.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIdLag2X6pH
Her eyes drifted to the rain outside. The same rain that fell across the wall. Across the space between schools. Between factions. Between watchers and the watched.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnmza676WFs
“Do you think it’s the Order?” Shiko asked again.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUl6clCVHad
Kim shook her head.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtZT3LN3Jog
“No,” she murmured. “I think it’s someone else.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7c6VG5y2Mm
From behind the hall’s corner, Seline watched them again. Kim. Shiko. Leaning too close. Whispering too easily. And something inside Seline turned—not with fear, but precision.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrjQCTfgQF2
She’d played these games before.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJr7lT3vLX6
And this time, she’d play them first.
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Ayo didn’t believe in ghosts.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJAorfQwKz4
But that didn’t mean he didn’t see them.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhVdTKiyGd9
They appeared in patterns. In broken routines. In marks left behind by people who didn’t want to be seen. And tonight, something was wrong with the air near the borehole — wrong in the way only silence could be when it used to hold secrets.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8CAHHS645c
He crouched low behind the shrub line, just beyond the outflow grate. The rusted maintenance hatch hadn’t been touched in years — not officially. But Ayo’s fingers brushed over the soft earth near the metal bolts and paused.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe18nOT6dI4
Prints. Not shoeprints. Barefoot. Deliberate. Light. Whoever had stepped here had done so with practice.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytNQQcjMYE
But what made him freeze wasn’t the shape. It was the color.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ79nvybF6v7
Just beside one of the indentations, smeared into the grainy dust, was a curved smudge of blue ink. The same type of ink the old Order used for encoded warnings. But only one person had ever weaponized it.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHnXrsoO51S
Mercy. Not as a prefect. Not even as a leader. But as something far older.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQPamXbyCtk
Ayo’s breath caught.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjFVRxVCtq
Back when he was still new to the Shadow Walkers — still earning trust, still failing small tests — he’d once followed a trail of blue drops from the chapel rafters to the records room. It had led to a pile of books, all hollowed out, each containing forged Order directives. He’d reported it to Kwame, thinking it was an outside saboteur.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt1TFDOZOpt
But Kwame had only smiled that small, cold smile he wore when something clicked.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6RIh4LeT0E
“She was one of us. You just didn’t know it yet.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIZ1xC8GkmJ
Mercy hadn’t just corrupted the Order.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5aWStUyZ4p
She’d outgrown it.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡALiutrNXGn
She’d used it like a shell. A decoy.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfstVhj16PV
While underneath, in tunnels and side passages, she had trained with the Walkers.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiID9VmYG70
Unaligned. Untraceable. Unquestioned. Until she got bored. Until she vanished.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbwiR8mc3NK
And now— She was back.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoZdvkKX5pA
Ayo stepped back from the ink. His mind raced. The others wouldn’t believe him — not unless he brought proof. Kwame had always kept his assessments of Mercy quiet, never confirming her role. Otieno hated her. Jabari pretended she didn’t exist.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMi2BdhWTu4
But Ayo remembered. Mercy’s games hadn’t been about leadership. They’d been about control. And if she was laying ink again…30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuc81joHgTI
She wasn’t just reclaiming a position. She was reactivating a network.
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Mercy moved like she never left. She wasn’t hiding — not in the way the Order expected. She was remembering.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1DLAyR4Jx
Remembering how it felt to slip between the bell tower arches undetected, how blue ink bled better on sandstone, how shadows didn’t ask for loyalty — just silence. She knelt by the stones, dipped her finger in the capped vial, and traced the mark again:30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwaWbmhPeOX
A curved wing. Half-finished. Someone would find it. Eventually. And they would understand: Mercy wasn't returning to power. She was returning home.
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The prefects had finished inspection rounds. The paths were swept. The dorms were silent.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD4yVUJa2II
But Kim was already up.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ61thgqO5je
Shiko had left her a note before dawn: “Come alone. Old pump.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNk2mryqNnI
She pulled on her hoodie, slipped through the science wing’s fire exit, and jogged the narrow path behind the assembly hall. The air smelled of wet leaves and burning trash from the kitchen fires. The light was still violet-blue.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOCoHk4E3Y1
When she arrived at the overgrown edge of the borehole courtyard, Shiko was already waiting, crouched low behind the wall of banana leaves.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM5rFR6bx1u
Her eyes were locked on the concrete slab where the rusted borehole cage sat unused.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfOFbargOuk
“Look,” Shiko whispered.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk2PVtRMbZI
Kim followed her gaze — and froze. Drawn in four smooth arcs across the surface of the cement was a series of faint, blue ink symbols. Still wet in places. The lines gleamed like veins.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwypubByXOd
Not graffiti. Not words. Symbols.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡShVrUhxj9u
Kim knelt beside her, scanning them with an almost instinctive unease. A spiral, a horizontal stroke, a crescent hooked beneath a triangle.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdfnFvKM8WS
“This wasn’t here yesterday,” Shiko murmured.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2AHzIWu7Am
“No wind or rain overnight,” Kim added. “No footprints.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPEtfAyKtvA
“Not visible ones,” Shiko replied grimly.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLPl80CptI2
They stared at the ink as it dried. One mark in particular — a shape like an inverted wing — felt familiar. Kim couldn’t place it.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8VVZn4MkMc
But something in her chest stirred. A memory. Something old.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmzAMws3AeY
Blue ink. Sandstone. A girl with eyes that didn’t blink.
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Mercy had always liked the borehole. It was forgotten, unguarded. The place where so many whispered things had begun when she still a junior in Form One three years ago.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3t45lXqLro
Now she walked its edge again, dipping her fingertip into a tiny jar of indigo ink and tracing her old mark on the slab — slow, deliberate strokes. Each curve a syllable. Each shape a warning.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpzoMjwD0jx
She wasn’t returning to the Order. She was reactivating her passage. The Shadow Walkers — on the girls’ side — would recognize the mark. Even if they didn’t know it was hers. Especially if they didn’t.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBLoFSXbYgk
She knelt, pressed her hand to the cement, and whispered:30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡun6J8qd9Fw
“Curiosity wakes the tunnels. Let them crawl back to me.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU16t4y8kQC
Then she vanished before the sun cleared the dorm rooftops.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkmpNstm55W
“We should tell Naomi,” Shiko said.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVSVWRu8TKb
Kim didn’t move. “And say what? That someone wrote ancient wall symbols in ink that shouldn’t exist anymore?”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNo5NayAqQt
She traced one of the crescents with her finger, careful not to touch the wet center.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBYR6eDxfCf
“I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Last term. Just not this clear.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6xuCQva9EP
Shiko looked at her sharply. “Where?”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgMW95CLslR
Kim’s eyes lifted toward the wall.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡurqTzxM2df
“On a stone. Right before the night I saw them.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwcsDOY7NOE
“The boys?” Shiko asked.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIQbOmYxnwO
Kim nodded.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8caWMDokw
“And the girls who followed.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcjISk20mry
Shiko’s voice dropped. “You think this is them?”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnsBvVW8Z8F
“I think this is her.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaoVDTiaNJ6
They didn’t say her name.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWKpD5QOjg
But in the silence that followed, the ink on the stone dried like breath held too long.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVyCsZubUOd
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