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“Colonial Codes”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoDfFpeJLAz
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQTHa6sN6N
He wasn’t alone.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ65LHKGx3gc
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8GOpgQh5mE
“I’ve found it,” Jabari said quietly, pulling out a single, sealed envelope tied with faded red tape. In ink barely legible, it read:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxAKXp3Sucp
‘Edict 17B – Joint Custody Regulations – Kisumu Educational Districts – Dated: 1925’34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT4JujNkqsj
Musa looked up. “You sure that’s the one?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCS0MwMQae8
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zkJJDVeMY
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡclBwjfvoTf
Jabari’s grip on the page tightened. “They didn’t just separate the schools. They erased the idea of unity.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWvkNSuGlM6
“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.’”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBqcWDePnr
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,34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVhY221MhEo
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEVxR6gbJRb
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpr4J16dgZf
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0cmVth3jgF
“One... two... three.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcH59fO4Gnn
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Zsmdtex3H
Inside was a roll of thick paper bound with twin cords — one red, one blue.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLd4jVgfmJ9
Jabari unrolled it slowly. His breath caught.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVfi9GiGfJ
It was a map.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjriEUGEL42
Faint, but clear enough: the outline of the school compound. Except… it was too broad. It stretched beyond the wall. It showed both schools.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTLTF264G2Z
His pulse quickened.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRGU8pcdsqX
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTrV5ZOsGp3
It reemerged somewhere beyond, marked only with a symbol: a water droplet inside a flame. No labels. No words.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtGvycKzXMj
And then there was the note, in the same hand as before:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3BiuDAoyHT
“Built before the split. Sealed after the first betrayal. Still dry. Still waiting.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQDl8XnzRKa
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt9hQydhAQq
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6jn0iWPHOY
“Movement,” he whispered. “Not just contact. Exchange.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡujt2I2eq9w
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN9PjEVcFxt
Back in his dorm, Juma was waiting at the window, arms folded.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxngKWM9HZB
“Well?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYL1WC4sXB0
Jabari answered with a look, and a word neither of them had said aloud in months:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw0TGOUnnHz
“It’s real.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtr50Zq7iLJ
They didn’t speak of it again. Not yet.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡExW2uRvasA
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7eMPY27t1t
They did not leave names. Only echoes.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeJmpsNH04T
They did not follow rules. Only shadows.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtbPWBMu9t5
They did not ask permission. They moved.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPS0GSC4s28
And on one night, two terms ago, Kim had seen them — though she didn’t yet understand who or what they were.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlkepI973B3
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsfVtn9l4aV
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZEGDitLcYl
And they had.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnHFxkFPT1h
To her.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7jzh9Dvsqa
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡluvsT4UPeq
They meet underground, in a forgotten crawlspace beneath the collapsed greenhouse, where mildew clings to concrete and the walls sweat memory.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMrJOvx1PKU
Only a few know the way. Fewer still survive it.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI3dqznf7al
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4SuTDNJIW
They didn’t speak often. Shadow Walkers spoke through action.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD3DaakzlQX
When Ayo arrived, breathless and muddy from the drainage slope behind the dorms, he tossed down a folded square of stiff paper.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJHcT4DdHiK
A fragment of a science exam from Kisumu Girls. Still warm.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuoUNIfkSz6
“Direct,” Kwame murmured. “Clean.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWj3FD0P8qB
Otieno smiled faintly. “The wall’s just paper now.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡseyaVVZ9Wb
“No,” Kwame said. “The wall is a myth.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnQNwVC149L
They are not a gang. Not a cult.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZSM59HVeQn
Not an extension of the Order.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjiDVn9jekB
They do not ask for allegiance.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsjJqDUG2g4
They require only presence.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfO98UEO3O3
Their only law:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaCne8RQitl
“Never be still.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW91wkYYQfn
Shadow Walkers are the quiet between bells. The blur behind hallway reflections.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ54HjHdBnUo
The glitch in the security feed.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDiaihsE5vj
They are protest and prophecy. They are the sharp breath before the truth drops.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2CCEVrKXE
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:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRFDOZLx6M0
“Curiosity is no longer a private habit.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9tKo9YLZPY
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a joke.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmRXuK4z51n
It was a signal. But from who?34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAsgteVBVoZ
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVp8IT6WI8A
And it meant someone had not just found her test note… but understood it.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvKZhQyrL70
Stone markings. The first thread that never frayed.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxrw3Gnw1tc
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzf32NzKLYo
Not by replying. By returning it—transformed.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCCkOFXGR0M
Kim clutched the atlas tighter to her chest.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ93j0O26xER
Someone had mapped her thinking.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0IJkAtZJpu
And not by surveillance. Not by prefect tricks. This wasn’t Mercy. This wasn’t Naomi.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlN0Xv26Cxt
This was someone else.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyMpRWe6kD
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYDEwEdecad
Otieno crouched nearby, watching Kwame unfold the latest page torn from Kim’s original decoy.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQKk2D3Wgov
“‘The first thread that never frayed,’” Otieno read aloud, smiling faintly. “She’s poetic.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgQIMjLVeHz
“She’s calculated,” Kwame corrected. “She placed this for us.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLZKKZMmZQn
“No. She placed it for herself,” Otieno said. “We just saw it first.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrLVYh5TuJ8
Kwame folded his hands beneath his chin, eyes distant.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6lWzrFphdx
“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.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3AtmElPglZ
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH4pWiYpjkU
Because fear was best delivered in familiar fonts.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9tw1Lgp4YB
“Do you think she’ll trace it back to us?” Otieno asked.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWbbdNZstMD
Kwame shook his head. “She’s too smart to assume. But just uncertain enough to wonder.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfhCUX91cgF
He tapped his fingers slowly on his knee.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOEyrECTD6T
“If she follows the pattern, she’ll leave something else. Soon.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDC3YN5AoEj
Otieno glanced up at the bleachers. “And if she doesn’t?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFIsT9dCTAq
Kwame’s smile was subtle, grim. “Then she’s not the threat we hoped.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7p2SQkGdKK
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAv5QAzHcRX
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgUvYH5wmRl
“Do you think it’s the Order?” Shiko asked again.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ14MXrlScfM
Kim shook her head.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxzBlfteb9Y
“No,” she murmured. “I think it’s someone else.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYFy1K9LDc2
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNNFr60hb0e
She’d played these games before.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsZadNX0cIE
And this time, she’d play them first.
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Ayo didn’t believe in ghosts.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfv5gIXPh2f
But that didn’t mean he didn’t see them.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4C7dvCZjO
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ9XWU1OvaF
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPd0pedH72u
Prints. Not shoeprints. Barefoot. Deliberate. Light. Whoever had stepped here had done so with practice.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFGDcddSAjc
But what made him freeze wasn’t the shape. It was the color.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTUujp07IFr
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm8Xwfo2DD9
Mercy. Not as a prefect. Not even as a leader. But as something far older.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSOY3i3HWEc
Ayo’s breath caught.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQZtypoIRGU
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyrPnQ4VpwM
But Kwame had only smiled that small, cold smile he wore when something clicked.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5jKRG6B1C
“She was one of us. You just didn’t know it yet.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWvLZA4oCIn
Mercy hadn’t just corrupted the Order.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGQ9ia6kDZL
She’d outgrown it.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe0S1oZKlIT
She’d used it like a shell. A decoy.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBu4Yf5r94w
While underneath, in tunnels and side passages, she had trained with the Walkers.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8J0ZKej0dG
Unaligned. Untraceable. Unquestioned. Until she got bored. Until she vanished.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Vz8EuP1KW
And now— She was back.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm3ujufdqQr
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRzq07lHiN8
But Ayo remembered. Mercy’s games hadn’t been about leadership. They’d been about control. And if she was laying ink again…34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWnq6J7KDxD
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYAZRZ4qq44
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:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRMqkV0ZZ7U
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSgfp91gasR
But Kim was already up.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGsHTz4uVPI
Shiko had left her a note before dawn: “Come alone. Old pump.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXnF62mAPjY
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsYcjXW1dSu
When she arrived at the overgrown edge of the borehole courtyard, Shiko was already waiting, crouched low behind the wall of banana leaves.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5KocxDyJLz
Her eyes were locked on the concrete slab where the rusted borehole cage sat unused.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQlrX6PSu4d
“Look,” Shiko whispered.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJKaGtHxVcn
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlNREHpETGA
Not graffiti. Not words. Symbols.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡshpZIBKuan
Kim knelt beside her, scanning them with an almost instinctive unease. A spiral, a horizontal stroke, a crescent hooked beneath a triangle.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFcfTlkSHbY
“This wasn’t here yesterday,” Shiko murmured.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUhxNrSFRYJ
“No wind or rain overnight,” Kim added. “No footprints.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdBRuidmKLG
“Not visible ones,” Shiko replied grimly.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD3eaTvf2UV
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJzhJcvceF4
But something in her chest stirred. A memory. Something old.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTcClNyg9kr
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡebyfGhDy6r
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqM3dyECTSp
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.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuC823SP2yG
She knelt, pressed her hand to the cement, and whispered:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMcqlI6S9FP
“Curiosity wakes the tunnels. Let them crawl back to me.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjLodP8qnX8
Then she vanished before the sun cleared the dorm rooftops.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt0iVxiFeNR
“We should tell Naomi,” Shiko said.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡThw4Mk98zV
Kim didn’t move. “And say what? That someone wrote ancient wall symbols in ink that shouldn’t exist anymore?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnT3svFVFtw
She traced one of the crescents with her finger, careful not to touch the wet center.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkclop5NuNt
“I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Last term. Just not this clear.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLkiD7D9lbO
Shiko looked at her sharply. “Where?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHD0Uo5JjNY
Kim’s eyes lifted toward the wall.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVsA1FcvQD2
“On a stone. Right before the night I saw them.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8gqjBp7Nx
“The boys?” Shiko asked.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXbx2cM2cax
Kim nodded.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOihTdDjjHc
“And the girls who followed.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQJFiXze1Gk
Shiko’s voice dropped. “You think this is them?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡprXFScxzOy
“I think this is her.”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡya0hs4HynT
They didn’t say her name.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtk9E7V6GKN
But in the silence that followed, the ink on the stone dried like breath held too long.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8At1UqWYGA
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