CHAPTER ONE85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfWlSkq0muw
“Colonial Codes”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmAZOuhmU6m
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAK6t07vG2f
He wasn’t alone.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHEgTejYetD
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi6agZKZgre
“I’ve found it,” Jabari said quietly, pulling out a single, sealed envelope tied with faded red tape. In ink barely legible, it read:85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡazkKcKhI7e
‘Edict 17B – Joint Custody Regulations – Kisumu Educational Districts – Dated: 1925’85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL0m0OOzr0B
Musa looked up. “You sure that’s the one?”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN53I2SqYvA
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ60DcYeLIJ3
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVnr6iyVO7u
Jabari’s grip on the page tightened. “They didn’t just separate the schools. They erased the idea of unity.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZMMRMorjq5
“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.’”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm9ftVJwQco
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,85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCsRm4r0Cuv
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXIDwY3xOCT
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkK4DShmJ4k
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLIqBIxfYcX
“One... two... three.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpMW3qQqOXK
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMqhQ8QwUxF
Inside was a roll of thick paper bound with twin cords — one red, one blue.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyzm51PTXZ
Jabari unrolled it slowly. His breath caught.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSJD7ZzJlIt
It was a map.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ90gTr48qtD
Faint, but clear enough: the outline of the school compound. Except… it was too broad. It stretched beyond the wall. It showed both schools.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcFruXYCpPc
His pulse quickened.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKvPKyQfVq4
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6cd68cbUV4
It reemerged somewhere beyond, marked only with a symbol: a water droplet inside a flame. No labels. No words.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBPrOfXDZTT
And then there was the note, in the same hand as before:85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgZhnthKkVK
“Built before the split. Sealed after the first betrayal. Still dry. Still waiting.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeOgdeuxCiQ
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBCQ1nQEJsl
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ729Axz7M5U
“Movement,” he whispered. “Not just contact. Exchange.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwsfW2ssDLB
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9qIZO0Wayl
Back in his dorm, Juma was waiting at the window, arms folded.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv363URC9wY
“Well?”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxESSm68pXQ
Jabari answered with a look, and a word neither of them had said aloud in months:85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuJTvThPFK6
“It’s real.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOU6J39BIyj
They didn’t speak of it again. Not yet.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGoNIxTbWjp
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmVR1lFNCFL
They did not leave names. Only echoes.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzEERUr1yYp
They did not follow rules. Only shadows.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFNXNHqHVYF
They did not ask permission. They moved.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU3TBG7epK6
And on one night, two terms ago, Kim had seen them — though she didn’t yet understand who or what they were.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡORbPufrGw5
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFCPv46t1H1
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBJSeYIL8fE
And they had.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWVvKTuSQ0Y
To her.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFstURG2JmH
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfVEYxcZk3V
They meet underground, in a forgotten crawlspace beneath the collapsed greenhouse, where mildew clings to concrete and the walls sweat memory.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9bvPLvr8B
Only a few know the way. Fewer still survive it.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlCRJB1COhD
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxuBaj2nADg
They didn’t speak often. Shadow Walkers spoke through action.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJvJTZgAWLN
When Ayo arrived, breathless and muddy from the drainage slope behind the dorms, he tossed down a folded square of stiff paper.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVtOl5THzUT
A fragment of a science exam from Kisumu Girls. Still warm.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh02mqrbsCD
“Direct,” Kwame murmured. “Clean.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh26wijTvrI
Otieno smiled faintly. “The wall’s just paper now.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwVyPH2sOeF
“No,” Kwame said. “The wall is a myth.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwlU4pvif1
They are not a gang. Not a cult.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWDbbRhsSbB
Not an extension of the Order.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG353LRLcNq
They do not ask for allegiance.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ28v9WU91cX
They require only presence.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzI2mHFswqA
Their only law:85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHWKEpVAQoA
“Never be still.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbVOGQcn8sb
Shadow Walkers are the quiet between bells. The blur behind hallway reflections.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdKFOfYlld
The glitch in the security feed.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4hXPSLjJFV
They are protest and prophecy. They are the sharp breath before the truth drops.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrsASQCOJoo
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:85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrtSIM8PXou
“Curiosity is no longer a private habit.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCi17pEHObA
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a joke.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT0Nr7xG0fn
It was a signal. But from who?85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRlUwlXbGGR
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡETKMTQ2R8H
And it meant someone had not just found her test note… but understood it.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcuNxOAEo1n
Stone markings. The first thread that never frayed.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmp8KQePRyj
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTPLtPyOBd7
Not by replying. By returning it—transformed.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2tDxORzDP
Kim clutched the atlas tighter to her chest.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRYUUJlV3e
Someone had mapped her thinking.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3t102DFqo8
And not by surveillance. Not by prefect tricks. This wasn’t Mercy. This wasn’t Naomi.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbG3MPI8Er
This was someone else.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGIexl97ma6
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcttRwPYhpD
Otieno crouched nearby, watching Kwame unfold the latest page torn from Kim’s original decoy.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuiZyKjvsMV
“‘The first thread that never frayed,’” Otieno read aloud, smiling faintly. “She’s poetic.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmOuEcWLUFn
“She’s calculated,” Kwame corrected. “She placed this for us.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUX8HxjjZwS
“No. She placed it for herself,” Otieno said. “We just saw it first.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiGz7nNc5gS
Kwame folded his hands beneath his chin, eyes distant.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6jbKUeYUOT
“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.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBx8Lel2Bjj
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ1M7lHiPub
Because fear was best delivered in familiar fonts.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNzFsBxVYV0
“Do you think she’ll trace it back to us?” Otieno asked.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNRpjW4L4yC
Kwame shook his head. “She’s too smart to assume. But just uncertain enough to wonder.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2McBBZxcth
He tapped his fingers slowly on his knee.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFk9KbWnJPY
“If she follows the pattern, she’ll leave something else. Soon.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAgiyXgnXQ1
Otieno glanced up at the bleachers. “And if she doesn’t?”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe8s1CE8v5t
Kwame’s smile was subtle, grim. “Then she’s not the threat we hoped.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPs2Dg7Axhk
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWWXZfqHqd
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnfUlAn9fpH
“Do you think it’s the Order?” Shiko asked again.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR0kc3WgYUR
Kim shook her head.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMl2AZf2Jxb
“No,” she murmured. “I think it’s someone else.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2mrETGC5tT
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCooqLkNeVY
She’d played these games before.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgnPvpO6yIu
And this time, she’d play them first.
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Ayo didn’t believe in ghosts.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfqodj8cRYj
But that didn’t mean he didn’t see them.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ27u1U6hXOp
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgNuHcE5hte
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhpl1CmsGbo
Prints. Not shoeprints. Barefoot. Deliberate. Light. Whoever had stepped here had done so with practice.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2u3wa67ToO
But what made him freeze wasn’t the shape. It was the color.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp75c8EGxM7
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD28SnuzOZp
Mercy. Not as a prefect. Not even as a leader. But as something far older.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzccnsBFSOx
Ayo’s breath caught.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0WAzdsQ9je
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuPxsdgrHhn
But Kwame had only smiled that small, cold smile he wore when something clicked.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnfSHBrmSQH
“She was one of us. You just didn’t know it yet.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcvkPKrKHqu
Mercy hadn’t just corrupted the Order.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡapcEiDtXDB
She’d outgrown it.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgBWVYLjPf4
She’d used it like a shell. A decoy.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwamfYNArJ
While underneath, in tunnels and side passages, she had trained with the Walkers.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCAqzcGs6iG
Unaligned. Untraceable. Unquestioned. Until she got bored. Until she vanished.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNaV6Dy9V6w
And now— She was back.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXxjWTnKDcN
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5sw6H90Re
But Ayo remembered. Mercy’s games hadn’t been about leadership. They’d been about control. And if she was laying ink again…85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUPGZOsZHBG
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvDfJLpOyud
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:85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB345Q4Bs6X
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfQ1iIn7odu
But Kim was already up.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmBxSegyizv
Shiko had left her a note before dawn: “Come alone. Old pump.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoSA98JHGXY
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwL8NVh4NIH
When she arrived at the overgrown edge of the borehole courtyard, Shiko was already waiting, crouched low behind the wall of banana leaves.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeWNq3p99jx
Her eyes were locked on the concrete slab where the rusted borehole cage sat unused.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZHRpimZVOR
“Look,” Shiko whispered.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡivwjN4kpjp
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMe7nmq2Jii
Not graffiti. Not words. Symbols.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWKIFMjNI1k
Kim knelt beside her, scanning them with an almost instinctive unease. A spiral, a horizontal stroke, a crescent hooked beneath a triangle.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB6IdudQz2N
“This wasn’t here yesterday,” Shiko murmured.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRIHJbmmaIy
“No wind or rain overnight,” Kim added. “No footprints.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4cAsR5pxQZ
“Not visible ones,” Shiko replied grimly.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOZMCUEfztf
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdtBc7kcMHZ
But something in her chest stirred. A memory. Something old.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6z7PdJzK22
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvsMwJxn5gn
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq4DEHa8VeU
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.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKzpIHzixmh
She knelt, pressed her hand to the cement, and whispered:85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGvafceZ9yk
“Curiosity wakes the tunnels. Let them crawl back to me.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKUEmYBKy9l
Then she vanished before the sun cleared the dorm rooftops.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ksWuW3g9F
“We should tell Naomi,” Shiko said.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3gErtCWbAj
Kim didn’t move. “And say what? That someone wrote ancient wall symbols in ink that shouldn’t exist anymore?”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2uihCaRgiT
She traced one of the crescents with her finger, careful not to touch the wet center.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpmmRm6mcE2
“I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Last term. Just not this clear.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf4ADVJVWtM
Shiko looked at her sharply. “Where?”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7y0YC8KjrY
Kim’s eyes lifted toward the wall.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqfPOmvaNap
“On a stone. Right before the night I saw them.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfxhdHlBXEd
“The boys?” Shiko asked.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe9U9Dymgax
Kim nodded.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNBbHU8qilB
“And the girls who followed.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qMDitS6Fm
Shiko’s voice dropped. “You think this is them?”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkHgdvOoIPT
“I think this is her.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpI3EbNNEb
They didn’t say her name.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEmlpq89CcO
But in the silence that followed, the ink on the stone dried like breath held too long.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOVvUVWExP5
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