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“Colonial Codes”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM4l8xyiKga
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk2u7pYFkC7
He wasn’t alone.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCTFidJEzb
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLioB7nGGa5
“I’ve found it,” Jabari said quietly, pulling out a single, sealed envelope tied with faded red tape. In ink barely legible, it read:35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2OQyS7wYHU
‘Edict 17B – Joint Custody Regulations – Kisumu Educational Districts – Dated: 1925’35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv3ngeQAwkS
Musa looked up. “You sure that’s the one?”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7NqOXzkylw
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4quPz6HhtT
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTCMsrPX3Bm
Jabari’s grip on the page tightened. “They didn’t just separate the schools. They erased the idea of unity.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86Xzl8LwlT
“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.’”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrcGbe9IUH8
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,35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZFxuhaycow
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDUHmANAnpp
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQbmALGqV7B
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVfgQkas8O
“One... two... three.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1RqIlywkO2
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwtxfbx4Skj
Inside was a roll of thick paper bound with twin cords — one red, one blue.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnAzbzhyUvV
Jabari unrolled it slowly. His breath caught.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfsbVddTOTF
It was a map.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc3GBClUcD3
Faint, but clear enough: the outline of the school compound. Except… it was too broad. It stretched beyond the wall. It showed both schools.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOCd8QCvsNJ
His pulse quickened.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9NWV9KTx1H
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw4pDpoJpXC
It reemerged somewhere beyond, marked only with a symbol: a water droplet inside a flame. No labels. No words.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPmpoA08PvA
And then there was the note, in the same hand as before:35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmhAGTcRXRG
“Built before the split. Sealed after the first betrayal. Still dry. Still waiting.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE7Tmzellmg
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaYALfOLjgt
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7U6qqHiwYd
“Movement,” he whispered. “Not just contact. Exchange.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡni2KJcGJn7
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7R8xvQvOcY
Back in his dorm, Juma was waiting at the window, arms folded.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZKdpwfbrDc
“Well?”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpyIpHzNdkw
Jabari answered with a look, and a word neither of them had said aloud in months:35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaP9Y4e4ShV
“It’s real.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQAXB0LFRNJ
They didn’t speak of it again. Not yet.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡScL1sm6fNT
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHkQssKM0ev
They did not leave names. Only echoes.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzwPsntoNoC
They did not follow rules. Only shadows.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqMKIoIiysc
They did not ask permission. They moved.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNeiNeTRAAh
And on one night, two terms ago, Kim had seen them — though she didn’t yet understand who or what they were.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg7rCyCF3om
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGLfEP1ZjgA
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGLmkU2Lf99
And they had.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJZrvwcs6A7
To her.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡllr2aaOX1z
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyC9YbOfZza
They meet underground, in a forgotten crawlspace beneath the collapsed greenhouse, where mildew clings to concrete and the walls sweat memory.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUiRthdaSrv
Only a few know the way. Fewer still survive it.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGX6EZp7bQN
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfZwEClNV2v
They didn’t speak often. Shadow Walkers spoke through action.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbbAZ0RERoR
When Ayo arrived, breathless and muddy from the drainage slope behind the dorms, he tossed down a folded square of stiff paper.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhUUiaHue7i
A fragment of a science exam from Kisumu Girls. Still warm.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoyhu7Arc84
“Direct,” Kwame murmured. “Clean.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNUjfp0hLoe
Otieno smiled faintly. “The wall’s just paper now.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqc82tb2ZsC
“No,” Kwame said. “The wall is a myth.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Cnup7dqsa
They are not a gang. Not a cult.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyFhsp8M09U
Not an extension of the Order.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC0LEkgBV52
They do not ask for allegiance.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzHuoUVHkUt
They require only presence.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLEIiqOmB9
Their only law:35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUd1VykRxcn
“Never be still.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRKXLb8kCM7
Shadow Walkers are the quiet between bells. The blur behind hallway reflections.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFEq4zcEE6x
The glitch in the security feed.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrEarepD6Zd
They are protest and prophecy. They are the sharp breath before the truth drops.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡILJdkdq0A3
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:35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJfvoXJJwx
“Curiosity is no longer a private habit.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ862NiTE5VU
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a joke.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKLP5Oqugw7
It was a signal. But from who?35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDxGINjtR4
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8ljoXWCNWs
And it meant someone had not just found her test note… but understood it.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1lSgxH4KNe
Stone markings. The first thread that never frayed.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnLbKxj4B5u
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF9PoDCxhjw
Not by replying. By returning it—transformed.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOp1sOJ429y
Kim clutched the atlas tighter to her chest.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr5oWBNskzh
Someone had mapped her thinking.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmdbJxiORFb
And not by surveillance. Not by prefect tricks. This wasn’t Mercy. This wasn’t Naomi.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRlN8vwfQce
This was someone else.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLrdkZv2YLn
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF3ilRhLzc6
Otieno crouched nearby, watching Kwame unfold the latest page torn from Kim’s original decoy.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkE0ZyDLSFp
“‘The first thread that never frayed,’” Otieno read aloud, smiling faintly. “She’s poetic.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt03Y7otRpv
“She’s calculated,” Kwame corrected. “She placed this for us.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyDJUwfIHVk
“No. She placed it for herself,” Otieno said. “We just saw it first.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoxmVItBLAH
Kwame folded his hands beneath his chin, eyes distant.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3d4EJpKMm5
“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.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSRS8eCVN3x
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpaBGRZTGkp
Because fear was best delivered in familiar fonts.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx521DUonWS
“Do you think she’ll trace it back to us?” Otieno asked.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZlQ6fFNyIS
Kwame shook his head. “She’s too smart to assume. But just uncertain enough to wonder.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwOqnWe2LqZ
He tapped his fingers slowly on his knee.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8X657A30cG
“If she follows the pattern, she’ll leave something else. Soon.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfwyKJISI0u
Otieno glanced up at the bleachers. “And if she doesn’t?”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBBxirfCef6
Kwame’s smile was subtle, grim. “Then she’s not the threat we hoped.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvpYCVImpBx
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHH0UboFsJi
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSb8OGWykNZ
“Do you think it’s the Order?” Shiko asked again.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGdaEcgErwI
Kim shook her head.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyN5fXad1T3
“No,” she murmured. “I think it’s someone else.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ1URVbPqWd
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkkiaHsajrQ
She’d played these games before.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYf6nblQz49
And this time, she’d play them first.
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Ayo didn’t believe in ghosts.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeJxC2Le2nb
But that didn’t mean he didn’t see them.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo446BCYRuM
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0t9rGdKEsa
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwMd8BlVOAu
Prints. Not shoeprints. Barefoot. Deliberate. Light. Whoever had stepped here had done so with practice.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqASMrcCG1r
But what made him freeze wasn’t the shape. It was the color.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbWYNbq18S
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4lGhVw6tQH
Mercy. Not as a prefect. Not even as a leader. But as something far older.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Lz7tLFGdA
Ayo’s breath caught.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6kxCtGvQKL
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMTc6ITiXbV
But Kwame had only smiled that small, cold smile he wore when something clicked.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wfA6btquA
“She was one of us. You just didn’t know it yet.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeKyobP7UW5
Mercy hadn’t just corrupted the Order.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7GxJiyOQgI
She’d outgrown it.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡduWDPpRiFe
She’d used it like a shell. A decoy.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDll0oANL9h
While underneath, in tunnels and side passages, she had trained with the Walkers.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ48MXqimdcK
Unaligned. Untraceable. Unquestioned. Until she got bored. Until she vanished.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFU4sH53nNp
And now— She was back.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4H9O46ZcmY
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw3NXWOq26K
But Ayo remembered. Mercy’s games hadn’t been about leadership. They’d been about control. And if she was laying ink again…35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPchRDwcm1s
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0dc4LKtz9S
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:35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPTc7eQbiC
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpt8cmC91DC
But Kim was already up.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWkZ5t9ZjmF
Shiko had left her a note before dawn: “Come alone. Old pump.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnkkNHWNdrv
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMFmmBreTQR
When she arrived at the overgrown edge of the borehole courtyard, Shiko was already waiting, crouched low behind the wall of banana leaves.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9B4iyfBFg5
Her eyes were locked on the concrete slab where the rusted borehole cage sat unused.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSgL9FGEmsf
“Look,” Shiko whispered.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqb4niHxBHj
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhSsYInbmqK
Not graffiti. Not words. Symbols.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoJAtXBY7OX
Kim knelt beside her, scanning them with an almost instinctive unease. A spiral, a horizontal stroke, a crescent hooked beneath a triangle.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiXbz52vqHJ
“This wasn’t here yesterday,” Shiko murmured.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmdFpBdgmbr
“No wind or rain overnight,” Kim added. “No footprints.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRlCHGQYg0W
“Not visible ones,” Shiko replied grimly.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWYqFOvKbAx
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXSuGy65eTu
But something in her chest stirred. A memory. Something old.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYaSf8Ctpvb
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUrINAqg1oV
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2iD0RaRRbJ
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.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1Dw0Rhnfl
She knelt, pressed her hand to the cement, and whispered:35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHnw7aH4MDi
“Curiosity wakes the tunnels. Let them crawl back to me.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv7u7z9FB0m
Then she vanished before the sun cleared the dorm rooftops.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdil5v1y1wd
“We should tell Naomi,” Shiko said.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBVaFrtfLbE
Kim didn’t move. “And say what? That someone wrote ancient wall symbols in ink that shouldn’t exist anymore?”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3IiReETBRF
She traced one of the crescents with her finger, careful not to touch the wet center.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyxrjAmqHiV
“I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Last term. Just not this clear.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwWLU7sCTmJ
Shiko looked at her sharply. “Where?”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfS3ABz6ppf
Kim’s eyes lifted toward the wall.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4e9rDhQv7q
“On a stone. Right before the night I saw them.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1yo7t96Mhy
“The boys?” Shiko asked.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2w7rrv42hg
Kim nodded.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVgWxe0yuPm
“And the girls who followed.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDBxKHzWQbW
Shiko’s voice dropped. “You think this is them?”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNAjscrp956
“I think this is her.”35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEk2ES734Xr
They didn’t say her name.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMQwizoPPa1
But in the silence that followed, the ink on the stone dried like breath held too long.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDRdcgZF2l8
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