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“Colonial Codes”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE7LUdVLIau
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5XLZhVrMiR
He wasn’t alone.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCwGDBEAqfH
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡksLRgU90nd
“I’ve found it,” Jabari said quietly, pulling out a single, sealed envelope tied with faded red tape. In ink barely legible, it read:42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Co0qjuk2p
‘Edict 17B – Joint Custody Regulations – Kisumu Educational Districts – Dated: 1925’42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuAcZrhOmwm
Musa looked up. “You sure that’s the one?”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYkgAUdOmkk
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡei02amfHkv
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbgbwRcOBm6
Jabari’s grip on the page tightened. “They didn’t just separate the schools. They erased the idea of unity.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwVhzs3cIh
“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.’”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa3x67PXKae
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,42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvCpxmlgthO
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ZPWEYizn9
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg6XlR1iM7p
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf7uWZ3yWXl
“One... two... three.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvd6a2ohaR0
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7mlK9scosE
Inside was a roll of thick paper bound with twin cords — one red, one blue.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGC7XoZKh5y
Jabari unrolled it slowly. His breath caught.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwgUlHse2oI
It was a map.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7FFOVcBBxt
Faint, but clear enough: the outline of the school compound. Except… it was too broad. It stretched beyond the wall. It showed both schools.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMJtPRRSSBt
His pulse quickened.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuzhSBE8yYr
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdyqECuCfLH
It reemerged somewhere beyond, marked only with a symbol: a water droplet inside a flame. No labels. No words.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQwMKawpRzW
And then there was the note, in the same hand as before:42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGgogZNczte
“Built before the split. Sealed after the first betrayal. Still dry. Still waiting.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1IwA4OQoa7
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡimPK9NzH0X
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHkfENI8Frn
“Movement,” he whispered. “Not just contact. Exchange.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtaejQ7c1vf
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ33ZJOCWycZ
Back in his dorm, Juma was waiting at the window, arms folded.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiHhese7p4D
“Well?”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡruYxaeRbXS
Jabari answered with a look, and a word neither of them had said aloud in months:42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxNcOiW6Km9
“It’s real.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA7iGMmoDzL
They didn’t speak of it again. Not yet.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvRtLUmht67
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0rZGDK7s4
They did not leave names. Only echoes.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxyMUYDuxE6
They did not follow rules. Only shadows.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJmTj4Q5ZuZ
They did not ask permission. They moved.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYRwbNDygtb
And on one night, two terms ago, Kim had seen them — though she didn’t yet understand who or what they were.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuEj87Eup6v
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TQ4XWU4Qe
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ26FLBegS6L
And they had.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TPmkcvCj0
To her.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ80xcaHRUC5
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeXa9gIk7S5
They meet underground, in a forgotten crawlspace beneath the collapsed greenhouse, where mildew clings to concrete and the walls sweat memory.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQB4Lo5gjB
Only a few know the way. Fewer still survive it.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN1BwoReVUA
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8qEtA1CM0E
They didn’t speak often. Shadow Walkers spoke through action.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxWDhhXIBri
When Ayo arrived, breathless and muddy from the drainage slope behind the dorms, he tossed down a folded square of stiff paper.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhIsTQM5ZPp
A fragment of a science exam from Kisumu Girls. Still warm.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSf1vzL4JES
“Direct,” Kwame murmured. “Clean.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFIwpyH0Vo2
Otieno smiled faintly. “The wall’s just paper now.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmOjKeugvU
“No,” Kwame said. “The wall is a myth.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXBSYthaV71
They are not a gang. Not a cult.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwg1GHY6vpm
Not an extension of the Order.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgW3S98zAVQ
They do not ask for allegiance.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlmMeZVctM2
They require only presence.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeC5P07LjZ
Their only law:42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUMJ2fVAofN
“Never be still.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxEXdB75Uws
Shadow Walkers are the quiet between bells. The blur behind hallway reflections.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJODQxsfuyu
The glitch in the security feed.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJT3boYVuOb
They are protest and prophecy. They are the sharp breath before the truth drops.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDCaYO0fXjr
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:42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrt1UDWB0pR
“Curiosity is no longer a private habit.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVfEviUfLG4
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a joke.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMr7duJN55Z
It was a signal. But from who?42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqeywNPX7pX
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtlayYWvH9A
And it meant someone had not just found her test note… but understood it.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUtQURBXlPz
Stone markings. The first thread that never frayed.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl6z0cc4blB
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTdcUOPHqWy
Not by replying. By returning it—transformed.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFC8sGGmYkC
Kim clutched the atlas tighter to her chest.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqRngOiu3s
Someone had mapped her thinking.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO4ZwYFRZAc
And not by surveillance. Not by prefect tricks. This wasn’t Mercy. This wasn’t Naomi.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpnfKDGh1wB
This was someone else.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWQm9UbSBON
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5OLUGp8OGA
Otieno crouched nearby, watching Kwame unfold the latest page torn from Kim’s original decoy.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMx27DueApE
“‘The first thread that never frayed,’” Otieno read aloud, smiling faintly. “She’s poetic.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBoZIev4WoO
“She’s calculated,” Kwame corrected. “She placed this for us.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUYCUyFomf3
“No. She placed it for herself,” Otieno said. “We just saw it first.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC0GxZSMGHv
Kwame folded his hands beneath his chin, eyes distant.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ZuyeYtGgT
“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.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwUIIymeQNm
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOmRupiOQe8
Because fear was best delivered in familiar fonts.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzAszK2ZEDy
“Do you think she’ll trace it back to us?” Otieno asked.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7sBJx3rNmw
Kwame shook his head. “She’s too smart to assume. But just uncertain enough to wonder.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlOwAJ9sgOt
He tapped his fingers slowly on his knee.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdqFF3mntFi
“If she follows the pattern, she’ll leave something else. Soon.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4C53UD7GxY
Otieno glanced up at the bleachers. “And if she doesn’t?”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9BBOkJOxat
Kwame’s smile was subtle, grim. “Then she’s not the threat we hoped.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡho1YhFGzlp
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Bi6ETf8uc
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxM98yJdQTW
“Do you think it’s the Order?” Shiko asked again.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd8nVhITNAc
Kim shook her head.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMb4aDTlHNe
“No,” she murmured. “I think it’s someone else.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxt74HR0Jc5
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlKdQbz5k8a
She’d played these games before.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ21OJbeFiOk
And this time, she’d play them first.
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Ayo didn’t believe in ghosts.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfYVqYG3xoX
But that didn’t mean he didn’t see them.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdmAhJoYtr
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPgIsGxL5HR
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kF7FInbsT
Prints. Not shoeprints. Barefoot. Deliberate. Light. Whoever had stepped here had done so with practice.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8WqdMRyjFs
But what made him freeze wasn’t the shape. It was the color.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLH3DFekoL5
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ87u5g6Vb4J
Mercy. Not as a prefect. Not even as a leader. But as something far older.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjVKnkT5G9U
Ayo’s breath caught.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡll2YL7NecR
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWZlfWPmFHz
But Kwame had only smiled that small, cold smile he wore when something clicked.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcFrraYKaLi
“She was one of us. You just didn’t know it yet.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQssz8wQgkU
Mercy hadn’t just corrupted the Order.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ3TOxGJEGA
She’d outgrown it.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53j5nFSCjk
She’d used it like a shell. A decoy.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGC6hVMm9FZ
While underneath, in tunnels and side passages, she had trained with the Walkers.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6y8PL5GOlg
Unaligned. Untraceable. Unquestioned. Until she got bored. Until she vanished.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx7aHx7aOUG
And now— She was back.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6eBKflDy3j
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡknRXkyebwB
But Ayo remembered. Mercy’s games hadn’t been about leadership. They’d been about control. And if she was laying ink again…42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK4elt6JW63
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWMaG4UsxYC
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:42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPQUeCPl7PG
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNdbc50hbmI
But Kim was already up.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKvHWrysYqU
Shiko had left her a note before dawn: “Come alone. Old pump.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsYeoV1Z9ax
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3IJl6b9Nuw
When she arrived at the overgrown edge of the borehole courtyard, Shiko was already waiting, crouched low behind the wall of banana leaves.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuqVMYLYggL
Her eyes were locked on the concrete slab where the rusted borehole cage sat unused.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpUHzt3O2DO
“Look,” Shiko whispered.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvX38Wrosdc
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrJi4W5QIT8
Not graffiti. Not words. Symbols.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxUyNfdbkc0
Kim knelt beside her, scanning them with an almost instinctive unease. A spiral, a horizontal stroke, a crescent hooked beneath a triangle.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIlYtc1lU62
“This wasn’t here yesterday,” Shiko murmured.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbKplAMmlxZ
“No wind or rain overnight,” Kim added. “No footprints.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN1uRIfNijp
“Not visible ones,” Shiko replied grimly.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhruWIhgpHd
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQI4fSIosoO
But something in her chest stirred. A memory. Something old.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu67PIo0e5L
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS0Y5GxJNXt
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkif2ckC6sD
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.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhLnutfbmmY
She knelt, pressed her hand to the cement, and whispered:42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMzNjQl0OlC
“Curiosity wakes the tunnels. Let them crawl back to me.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeEPo6AtA8D
Then she vanished before the sun cleared the dorm rooftops.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqnWM2J97h5
“We should tell Naomi,” Shiko said.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBXYA1Kwbwc
Kim didn’t move. “And say what? That someone wrote ancient wall symbols in ink that shouldn’t exist anymore?”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz7U5HHLeNa
She traced one of the crescents with her finger, careful not to touch the wet center.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwscVDn26S0
“I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Last term. Just not this clear.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZaYWwZH5BY
Shiko looked at her sharply. “Where?”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxID9SFQD03
Kim’s eyes lifted toward the wall.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFVLJjeI4s
“On a stone. Right before the night I saw them.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFVPQuGxe4P
“The boys?” Shiko asked.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4sDC2830i6
Kim nodded.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcAubVrSgfg
“And the girls who followed.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoF6KnVVwp9
Shiko’s voice dropped. “You think this is them?”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1pcDk6xFEm
“I think this is her.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlqSKkgULex
They didn’t say her name.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ00IVPtZU5C
But in the silence that followed, the ink on the stone dried like breath held too long.42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkCpznwn7Rk
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