CHAPTER ONE31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy0JicaG4uy
“Colonial Codes”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqv0xtYwh9M
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlFLzNwiByt
He wasn’t alone.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTSL38SFoU9
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEA00oARRjt
“I’ve found it,” Jabari said quietly, pulling out a single, sealed envelope tied with faded red tape. In ink barely legible, it read:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxZtxiYHVH4
‘Edict 17B – Joint Custody Regulations – Kisumu Educational Districts – Dated: 1925’31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡquhqQC9oC7
Musa looked up. “You sure that’s the one?”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTedhmwGLql
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdlfQKO27Bh
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ77zQUI86C1
Jabari’s grip on the page tightened. “They didn’t just separate the schools. They erased the idea of unity.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ45b5zho3tw
“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.’”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2r6TMqf1Py
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,31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4xEmxbbaQN
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpybERBEmnt
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxTfdvZALek
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBAJ3zRj2bC
“One... two... three.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFUE10YN9FY
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeJhRjFugx3
Inside was a roll of thick paper bound with twin cords — one red, one blue.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxgy7cqoUAx
Jabari unrolled it slowly. His breath caught.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvmuOJH84N5
It was a map.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnui8uDEIgJ
Faint, but clear enough: the outline of the school compound. Except… it was too broad. It stretched beyond the wall. It showed both schools.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi2b4F8n4M4
His pulse quickened.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJv7vKTF2U8
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnnbdMZfhlo
It reemerged somewhere beyond, marked only with a symbol: a water droplet inside a flame. No labels. No words.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlZRfI0TazL
And then there was the note, in the same hand as before:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz0KCNw8YUE
“Built before the split. Sealed after the first betrayal. Still dry. Still waiting.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2YLL8JFsUz
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFK7YJaJQpt
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTDr85SR4Bs
“Movement,” he whispered. “Not just contact. Exchange.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOAUFItPIEu
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDOLdwRXJ2Y
Back in his dorm, Juma was waiting at the window, arms folded.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk0ETdaZf9n
“Well?”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyj8C89GHUT
Jabari answered with a look, and a word neither of them had said aloud in months:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ4PTZXc5uS
“It’s real.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0CSSTt4ISg
They didn’t speak of it again. Not yet.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡivnEiAsfwh
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBoIJzZqbcE
They did not leave names. Only echoes.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb9y1NC9JjZ
They did not follow rules. Only shadows.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkh1N8viZbz
They did not ask permission. They moved.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLKJVSE2Kdc
And on one night, two terms ago, Kim had seen them — though she didn’t yet understand who or what they were.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyVfxdisSTT
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR101p8i6gk
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvRy9wHckFE
And they had.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOkYlLxTKm3
To her.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpjobDnJ3Ul
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7DC9BX6xSC
They meet underground, in a forgotten crawlspace beneath the collapsed greenhouse, where mildew clings to concrete and the walls sweat memory.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeLANF8ARu3
Only a few know the way. Fewer still survive it.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS9OSBRaFNt
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡipvmcsqwiY
They didn’t speak often. Shadow Walkers spoke through action.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcwQx90kZXu
When Ayo arrived, breathless and muddy from the drainage slope behind the dorms, he tossed down a folded square of stiff paper.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCwa0KZ9K84
A fragment of a science exam from Kisumu Girls. Still warm.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk3Ah1jyK5P
“Direct,” Kwame murmured. “Clean.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡitgbPm3vHJ
Otieno smiled faintly. “The wall’s just paper now.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfToPaLvGQ
“No,” Kwame said. “The wall is a myth.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCqnGDDqosc
They are not a gang. Not a cult.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn7vxvXzF0S
Not an extension of the Order.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡakwXD4kKsP
They do not ask for allegiance.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI1sq4pIb0u
They require only presence.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNXEnbqgNIQ
Their only law:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF1cC4LrRuj
“Never be still.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUmn2KHIt1W
Shadow Walkers are the quiet between bells. The blur behind hallway reflections.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡccJV9ALkvI
The glitch in the security feed.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2NHJYeW3GK
They are protest and prophecy. They are the sharp breath before the truth drops.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdDOd1o9PVF
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:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡebJsoPEKBs
“Curiosity is no longer a private habit.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbpQsTPh6Z
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a joke.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡArXfeV1PyO
It was a signal. But from who?31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEjEteUHxZU
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuzqTJl5u0W
And it meant someone had not just found her test note… but understood it.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHVHny7VLdA
Stone markings. The first thread that never frayed.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfxc8Zs0HyF
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEVPjtI51G2
Not by replying. By returning it—transformed.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe3dAbv6uif
Kim clutched the atlas tighter to her chest.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ14cqYjI3vM
Someone had mapped her thinking.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡawvPqFvLQY
And not by surveillance. Not by prefect tricks. This wasn’t Mercy. This wasn’t Naomi.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRoyTuud4nS
This was someone else.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaDtdnq1tVj
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7EvlU92tme
Otieno crouched nearby, watching Kwame unfold the latest page torn from Kim’s original decoy.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwjNQgSYfP
“‘The first thread that never frayed,’” Otieno read aloud, smiling faintly. “She’s poetic.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡND4O9K9d2E
“She’s calculated,” Kwame corrected. “She placed this for us.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMIHwKFBqvt
“No. She placed it for herself,” Otieno said. “We just saw it first.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA0r1aJ2BOi
Kwame folded his hands beneath his chin, eyes distant.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8PDggGN31e
“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.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPISitQgTPf
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhlv0hU0tSK
Because fear was best delivered in familiar fonts.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIdHn4OCVis
“Do you think she’ll trace it back to us?” Otieno asked.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkoChj5krrP
Kwame shook his head. “She’s too smart to assume. But just uncertain enough to wonder.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWnCg0BaXD
He tapped his fingers slowly on his knee.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ43fxI31VkL
“If she follows the pattern, she’ll leave something else. Soon.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5j9zrud5wG
Otieno glanced up at the bleachers. “And if she doesn’t?”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY8TTHC4nOI
Kwame’s smile was subtle, grim. “Then she’s not the threat we hoped.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3k8yLzSgJJ
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcpoZDhRk9Y
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvK5dpkYbrI
“Do you think it’s the Order?” Shiko asked again.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcWgPU3XQ1g
Kim shook her head.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDdfjJTcEfT
“No,” she murmured. “I think it’s someone else.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ62t0eSIK5V
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡilt0HTLzdl
She’d played these games before.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOZu6aLchuo
And this time, she’d play them first.
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Ayo didn’t believe in ghosts.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wtr3fodWc
But that didn’t mean he didn’t see them.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi4ZiJQdbJj
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaoxO6DY05z
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Gvaoew4Z3
Prints. Not shoeprints. Barefoot. Deliberate. Light. Whoever had stepped here had done so with practice.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhr1rjhgn7Q
But what made him freeze wasn’t the shape. It was the color.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqwElZzDYO3
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiUZ5q8JBqA
Mercy. Not as a prefect. Not even as a leader. But as something far older.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi4jAE8s9it
Ayo’s breath caught.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsaB4xOKWgr
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQXyhuhHra
But Kwame had only smiled that small, cold smile he wore when something clicked.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOlgSm2QVSb
“She was one of us. You just didn’t know it yet.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVFxOchjQ47
Mercy hadn’t just corrupted the Order.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGAn6OcH5yz
She’d outgrown it.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSvNreLVXGi
She’d used it like a shell. A decoy.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiatj74uCwa
While underneath, in tunnels and side passages, she had trained with the Walkers.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqPFDH0PnYg
Unaligned. Untraceable. Unquestioned. Until she got bored. Until she vanished.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg78vGqfy6J
And now— She was back.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ62vtd5oaTR
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNTSIl8AlCG
But Ayo remembered. Mercy’s games hadn’t been about leadership. They’d been about control. And if she was laying ink again…31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTORky9vOjJ
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Xa8PrTtZC
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:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTkxy09wDb0
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD95NzEDTrq
But Kim was already up.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOw1PeYm88B
Shiko had left her a note before dawn: “Come alone. Old pump.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Fd9A03zpD
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNYuwji94iq
When she arrived at the overgrown edge of the borehole courtyard, Shiko was already waiting, crouched low behind the wall of banana leaves.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjMZD5NRdI1
Her eyes were locked on the concrete slab where the rusted borehole cage sat unused.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ327ftpZi1U
“Look,” Shiko whispered.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSUqEkZ1J9t
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1JCaDA9cFa
Not graffiti. Not words. Symbols.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgXtVnX43Cy
Kim knelt beside her, scanning them with an almost instinctive unease. A spiral, a horizontal stroke, a crescent hooked beneath a triangle.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIoXLFjdNVF
“This wasn’t here yesterday,” Shiko murmured.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Iraduy28J
“No wind or rain overnight,” Kim added. “No footprints.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9cxzH0B9Z
“Not visible ones,” Shiko replied grimly.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVn9b7I0PQi
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVnxZzsFMsL
But something in her chest stirred. A memory. Something old.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhSzy7cz5PC
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfOllP6mrQp
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTp7OIQIk4d
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.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTKMp63U5eC
She knelt, pressed her hand to the cement, and whispered:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhZIyFSsJ1y
“Curiosity wakes the tunnels. Let them crawl back to me.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡph1sw7tAsM
Then she vanished before the sun cleared the dorm rooftops.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuIltX2jcF9
“We should tell Naomi,” Shiko said.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6M5SZ4n13N
Kim didn’t move. “And say what? That someone wrote ancient wall symbols in ink that shouldn’t exist anymore?”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3mX2uXUd4e
She traced one of the crescents with her finger, careful not to touch the wet center.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡObVL6drh4r
“I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Last term. Just not this clear.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsPfFuCUVpZ
Shiko looked at her sharply. “Where?”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvaOpdev9PC
Kim’s eyes lifted toward the wall.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPiAJ3n06pq
“On a stone. Right before the night I saw them.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT44Ijwu4zm
“The boys?” Shiko asked.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI3B1lezCDF
Kim nodded.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTTqG2Sbk8E
“And the girls who followed.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiQxIchflFv
Shiko’s voice dropped. “You think this is them?”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5raMCnAgM7
“I think this is her.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMhw9OAROb
They didn’t say her name.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXH5ba1WSJg
But in the silence that followed, the ink on the stone dried like breath held too long.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFAL79oo0NJ
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