CHAPTER ONE87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzi93G6a2B2
“Colonial Codes”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAB87F46yjV
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgmQXmMqotT
He wasn’t alone.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcpmgkaxsHX
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEITQ8oTEgj
“I’ve found it,” Jabari said quietly, pulling out a single, sealed envelope tied with faded red tape. In ink barely legible, it read:87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmgH6cz4mb
‘Edict 17B – Joint Custody Regulations – Kisumu Educational Districts – Dated: 1925’87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFXFBlwP0Zj
Musa looked up. “You sure that’s the one?”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx5bGmppr5b
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaWOaYYCakz
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyxUM23T3Tr
Jabari’s grip on the page tightened. “They didn’t just separate the schools. They erased the idea of unity.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXIyO5ZYUxx
“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.’”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcZ1Izz786v
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,87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lzj1eiXs6
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBuwcPtMNQX
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd791U5F2cY
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyfP6PgL6U8
“One... two... three.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHp4ivSffCW
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY38RfjvR5d
Inside was a roll of thick paper bound with twin cords — one red, one blue.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1H2VWGytL
Jabari unrolled it slowly. His breath caught.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ369Cl8Nx1d
It was a map.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdCMhjIUTx
Faint, but clear enough: the outline of the school compound. Except… it was too broad. It stretched beyond the wall. It showed both schools.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXFQQiXmkhe
His pulse quickened.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS7BFRc5iTy
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYcUmfQpIG8
It reemerged somewhere beyond, marked only with a symbol: a water droplet inside a flame. No labels. No words.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5h12xsy3Yd
And then there was the note, in the same hand as before:87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2kGAuDnSHh
“Built before the split. Sealed after the first betrayal. Still dry. Still waiting.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtibNmpQyL8
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn9XV6wWwN2
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ27Sr0sUIEt
“Movement,” he whispered. “Not just contact. Exchange.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAPfckIITgv
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1wJAA3AVug
Back in his dorm, Juma was waiting at the window, arms folded.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXs7OMNya7C
“Well?”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRa3W7TUy0K
Jabari answered with a look, and a word neither of them had said aloud in months:87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnsMwIYpnUR
“It’s real.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwSDorYDowJ
They didn’t speak of it again. Not yet.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSfuM4oPCyD
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWk484czDq
They did not leave names. Only echoes.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVspxle44tS
They did not follow rules. Only shadows.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqyKQNLDi97
They did not ask permission. They moved.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlCYQBKXceu
And on one night, two terms ago, Kim had seen them — though she didn’t yet understand who or what they were.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaCRs57mI84
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHFx2ijeOHc
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvFJSP4Z3Iq
And they had.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiKC8T7mLFV
To her.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkkBFP55RFc
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTVwsoGRBBf
They meet underground, in a forgotten crawlspace beneath the collapsed greenhouse, where mildew clings to concrete and the walls sweat memory.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIk6uGLipLA
Only a few know the way. Fewer still survive it.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ921XXfstHS
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ul5Q8brpc
They didn’t speak often. Shadow Walkers spoke through action.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhvgTTOYUFk
When Ayo arrived, breathless and muddy from the drainage slope behind the dorms, he tossed down a folded square of stiff paper.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUJW8OdT3dg
A fragment of a science exam from Kisumu Girls. Still warm.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdaCWB6uP2P
“Direct,” Kwame murmured. “Clean.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqdx5AGEY9Q
Otieno smiled faintly. “The wall’s just paper now.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQM3HTBinI
“No,” Kwame said. “The wall is a myth.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiR4KgrtJWZ
They are not a gang. Not a cult.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLvfKZYA0Ul
Not an extension of the Order.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTOHPw10gJn
They do not ask for allegiance.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF9ZzOaOokP
They require only presence.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWPPQn2iiTo
Their only law:87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVIbniwp7mn
“Never be still.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgUA3mJuIFo
Shadow Walkers are the quiet between bells. The blur behind hallway reflections.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrteL3AA5F2
The glitch in the security feed.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡirzzUEag54
They are protest and prophecy. They are the sharp breath before the truth drops.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlp3CE4swRn
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:87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeV1LOv4HjJ
“Curiosity is no longer a private habit.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjpRc6encce
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a joke.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0IjTXu3h1X
It was a signal. But from who?87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHFJT4hYwUb
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiHRYtCeylm
And it meant someone had not just found her test note… but understood it.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjHIx4XgCix
Stone markings. The first thread that never frayed.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ32KVp0km9X
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2cUwR1GFCq
Not by replying. By returning it—transformed.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC7pNLA5esO
Kim clutched the atlas tighter to her chest.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWeL5vv1UK1
Someone had mapped her thinking.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgPVTU9zXNy
And not by surveillance. Not by prefect tricks. This wasn’t Mercy. This wasn’t Naomi.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡldm6d8KHW0
This was someone else.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡowk4c8ifeB
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡitWxZGw9p3
Otieno crouched nearby, watching Kwame unfold the latest page torn from Kim’s original decoy.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvkyTQ0qCTT
“‘The first thread that never frayed,’” Otieno read aloud, smiling faintly. “She’s poetic.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoXoPifD4YT
“She’s calculated,” Kwame corrected. “She placed this for us.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡALq60Zx7JP
“No. She placed it for herself,” Otieno said. “We just saw it first.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTtd2ZlB9wM
Kwame folded his hands beneath his chin, eyes distant.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdlp9Y77Ng1
“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.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE4GiGlE0FJ
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOG88ySWpec
Because fear was best delivered in familiar fonts.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9nsRYNp7ch
“Do you think she’ll trace it back to us?” Otieno asked.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMkJxAgTQ2V
Kwame shook his head. “She’s too smart to assume. But just uncertain enough to wonder.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw2W8LE0xlS
He tapped his fingers slowly on his knee.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGiUIbIVBqJ
“If she follows the pattern, she’ll leave something else. Soon.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfwyADBjh16
Otieno glanced up at the bleachers. “And if she doesn’t?”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMejpmilCRE
Kwame’s smile was subtle, grim. “Then she’s not the threat we hoped.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvaHZt6tMkK
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5vlxPcdeA9
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhbzQ26y8Ay
“Do you think it’s the Order?” Shiko asked again.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7XYdM4lCN1
Kim shook her head.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3QH022xeCH
“No,” she murmured. “I think it’s someone else.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6KnGfa5UrE
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQhTXd1sXv5
She’d played these games before.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd5gVXUOnEb
And this time, she’d play them first.
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Ayo didn’t believe in ghosts.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQ6KlkJ5ND
But that didn’t mean he didn’t see them.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcR8DSJq3bD
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG6ykvAvijh
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC0KYogCc3A
Prints. Not shoeprints. Barefoot. Deliberate. Light. Whoever had stepped here had done so with practice.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKHYtC99efh
But what made him freeze wasn’t the shape. It was the color.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Udzr7nLZe
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWsy3qeuiME
Mercy. Not as a prefect. Not even as a leader. But as something far older.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJSmiWwTDcu
Ayo’s breath caught.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyXW4bIPP8G
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPkFFtqnxbH
But Kwame had only smiled that small, cold smile he wore when something clicked.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Fmvkn2Mdm
“She was one of us. You just didn’t know it yet.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡroYqoGmGlN
Mercy hadn’t just corrupted the Order.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRlye82lol4
She’d outgrown it.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEJjyxVjrBU
She’d used it like a shell. A decoy.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3g0WQ98VtA
While underneath, in tunnels and side passages, she had trained with the Walkers.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZO80IsQeq0
Unaligned. Untraceable. Unquestioned. Until she got bored. Until she vanished.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgb3rJDLlYo
And now— She was back.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRAWyPuvYpk
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzMV96SwDlU
But Ayo remembered. Mercy’s games hadn’t been about leadership. They’d been about control. And if she was laying ink again…87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5nSJn65kXf
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvidVVgYevU
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:87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu6oVLpj1O0
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0LNgcSkEfl
But Kim was already up.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkc9N61lzLc
Shiko had left her a note before dawn: “Come alone. Old pump.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm44sXthJFH
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl1pOENvuRq
When she arrived at the overgrown edge of the borehole courtyard, Shiko was already waiting, crouched low behind the wall of banana leaves.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWGeGRa442l
Her eyes were locked on the concrete slab where the rusted borehole cage sat unused.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjmOe0cuq3K
“Look,” Shiko whispered.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Wi2LC9srh
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAd4TU4jRHx
Not graffiti. Not words. Symbols.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLtNWpFkBNR
Kim knelt beside her, scanning them with an almost instinctive unease. A spiral, a horizontal stroke, a crescent hooked beneath a triangle.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIVHKjnSbG0
“This wasn’t here yesterday,” Shiko murmured.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbWwffFvj05
“No wind or rain overnight,” Kim added. “No footprints.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJfAx8ncNz6
“Not visible ones,” Shiko replied grimly.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8UG7zbqI66
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLzn24l0S76
But something in her chest stirred. A memory. Something old.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn7Hsd0RIjH
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvvvvJe94tE
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFGFt9QEEwL
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPheWUIbnDk
She knelt, pressed her hand to the cement, and whispered:87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBsThvNzJTH
“Curiosity wakes the tunnels. Let them crawl back to me.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBrNILDqeiH
Then she vanished before the sun cleared the dorm rooftops.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpSjIQ14oSv
“We should tell Naomi,” Shiko said.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZTPZcHtzl
Kim didn’t move. “And say what? That someone wrote ancient wall symbols in ink that shouldn’t exist anymore?”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY9M0rAFrNT
She traced one of the crescents with her finger, careful not to touch the wet center.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdyLCRVgGBq
“I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Last term. Just not this clear.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqFazUpzJ9Z
Shiko looked at her sharply. “Where?”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuU93vpc9VM
Kim’s eyes lifted toward the wall.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ2NlEATiR3
“On a stone. Right before the night I saw them.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmYotN8kUg0
“The boys?” Shiko asked.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJco7Q01QL
Kim nodded.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1PaJcxvPHM
“And the girls who followed.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNNVWqou7iW
Shiko’s voice dropped. “You think this is them?”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi0CGcSSxHH
“I think this is her.”87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoWCwbxiHgw
They didn’t say her name.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFEPtGYOfJ2
But in the silence that followed, the ink on the stone dried like breath held too long.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw4URKi54HP
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