CHAPTER ONE52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQz9cIZjN4
“Colonial Codes”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuCE6mUnZpx
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86kfKzH0D0
He wasn’t alone.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeYwT1sDxWG
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQhYckaki7r
“I’ve found it,” Jabari said quietly, pulling out a single, sealed envelope tied with faded red tape. In ink barely legible, it read:52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv9cv4OTUnO
‘Edict 17B – Joint Custody Regulations – Kisumu Educational Districts – Dated: 1925’52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmmzX0e75DW
Musa looked up. “You sure that’s the one?”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW8eq0l5DFD
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnp5f7U6Ant
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUUEwIVswrc
Jabari’s grip on the page tightened. “They didn’t just separate the schools. They erased the idea of unity.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuZz4UeS7Q1
“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.’”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIxLxjoPKe1
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,52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXKupyi0Zi9
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpb4g3aicJ
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCM0XzdvbPr
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKV6U4I8rmy
“One... two... three.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlzWz3pslkq
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKcwjbvgimw
Inside was a roll of thick paper bound with twin cords — one red, one blue.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUy7Ha4jJjd
Jabari unrolled it slowly. His breath caught.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlpzyiAE1r1
It was a map.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslY3iYoShv
Faint, but clear enough: the outline of the school compound. Except… it was too broad. It stretched beyond the wall. It showed both schools.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡunY3k5TDDk
His pulse quickened.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtGdUkH2fcA
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4OLjMYizZx
It reemerged somewhere beyond, marked only with a symbol: a water droplet inside a flame. No labels. No words.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHO43gDnQpo
And then there was the note, in the same hand as before:52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4XAEbRc7mi
“Built before the split. Sealed after the first betrayal. Still dry. Still waiting.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn9khFTVJzC
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV0TQXweowM
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVGY9Vo7BCO
“Movement,” he whispered. “Not just contact. Exchange.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu5ekwpdEld
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhRxka5sRDX
Back in his dorm, Juma was waiting at the window, arms folded.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2k2lHrNKLq
“Well?”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm25H0rLunZ
Jabari answered with a look, and a word neither of them had said aloud in months:52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9JiNhyxi8B
“It’s real.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVv9gwQeVi
They didn’t speak of it again. Not yet.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdk3o6uFCPS
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtx6Maa4vwC
They did not leave names. Only echoes.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhwBVG3OFy1
They did not follow rules. Only shadows.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTcKenpVlc6
They did not ask permission. They moved.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡntc9GXVZ5t
And on one night, two terms ago, Kim had seen them — though she didn’t yet understand who or what they were.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9wyU6bJ1uv
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSKn5FDE3ik
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8KxdflWnQ2
And they had.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBSkaq8HhzI
To her.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVHfvGukiM
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoZdpxoEwCE
They meet underground, in a forgotten crawlspace beneath the collapsed greenhouse, where mildew clings to concrete and the walls sweat memory.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0T2PhuxNvk
Only a few know the way. Fewer still survive it.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJC0gO5Kkwy
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj6TIiJUaH4
They didn’t speak often. Shadow Walkers spoke through action.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3oCXgTQepC
When Ayo arrived, breathless and muddy from the drainage slope behind the dorms, he tossed down a folded square of stiff paper.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhnWkhrBgMX
A fragment of a science exam from Kisumu Girls. Still warm.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMvHEViDSkr
“Direct,” Kwame murmured. “Clean.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQIT0QvhEBO
Otieno smiled faintly. “The wall’s just paper now.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVBxWyWm03R
“No,” Kwame said. “The wall is a myth.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡshoYBdll9Y
They are not a gang. Not a cult.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOUfQjxFBbD
Not an extension of the Order.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHhhFyUnotL
They do not ask for allegiance.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8HnZEPF6e
They require only presence.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvRM7DtaAAs
Their only law:52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5UCu36pdPb
“Never be still.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa4HYiZEXyh
Shadow Walkers are the quiet between bells. The blur behind hallway reflections.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0grY3O9KN1
The glitch in the security feed.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvLX50dgYGU
They are protest and prophecy. They are the sharp breath before the truth drops.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLGqmo56GM9
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:52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFELFMZDpi1
“Curiosity is no longer a private habit.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0EiQFzmZ4s
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a joke.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW7hFReyXKY
It was a signal. But from who?52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1vPrvC3nKA
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbOcHeMKb9W
And it meant someone had not just found her test note… but understood it.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAQntBX6IUU
Stone markings. The first thread that never frayed.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4LEEzgklD
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTnh9dVJpqg
Not by replying. By returning it—transformed.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX3N2rK2api
Kim clutched the atlas tighter to her chest.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwmTxCYDM9W
Someone had mapped her thinking.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXBzwhfheio
And not by surveillance. Not by prefect tricks. This wasn’t Mercy. This wasn’t Naomi.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuYJKhJ4li5
This was someone else.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsEFyUJUcXD
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdAYx9vR01e
Otieno crouched nearby, watching Kwame unfold the latest page torn from Kim’s original decoy.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslarzmBryT
“‘The first thread that never frayed,’” Otieno read aloud, smiling faintly. “She’s poetic.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMXUz1uSERF
“She’s calculated,” Kwame corrected. “She placed this for us.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoAcnc6T6zO
“No. She placed it for herself,” Otieno said. “We just saw it first.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOQC3JmBzsd
Kwame folded his hands beneath his chin, eyes distant.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG79scyPIk1
“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.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXk26xRyMl0
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEEkxyXD5W8
Because fear was best delivered in familiar fonts.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJlgKiRk1qz
“Do you think she’ll trace it back to us?” Otieno asked.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1PQPf389uL
Kwame shook his head. “She’s too smart to assume. But just uncertain enough to wonder.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgWjLWLGd6
He tapped his fingers slowly on his knee.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs9g1kos657
“If she follows the pattern, she’ll leave something else. Soon.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXRXzCdO9Hg
Otieno glanced up at the bleachers. “And if she doesn’t?”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe5VeEaxG0R
Kwame’s smile was subtle, grim. “Then she’s not the threat we hoped.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvwcKgrcczY
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9El8bm9nPX
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZlXyl0VBO5
“Do you think it’s the Order?” Shiko asked again.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHpfcoPDs4P
Kim shook her head.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK6PGmRmgen
“No,” she murmured. “I think it’s someone else.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3PAI40SADx
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ78epZnHscy
She’d played these games before.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD83Xkksj2D
And this time, she’d play them first.
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Ayo didn’t believe in ghosts.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyeHyjcef7z
But that didn’t mean he didn’t see them.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1rWUzjYiJN
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFSyyzQnjSP
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTsd3VeqZoo
Prints. Not shoeprints. Barefoot. Deliberate. Light. Whoever had stepped here had done so with practice.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7eZHGn2WlI
But what made him freeze wasn’t the shape. It was the color.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIzJB8mai6s
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk0BWDu4mVe
Mercy. Not as a prefect. Not even as a leader. But as something far older.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnQm4sbx9eZ
Ayo’s breath caught.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNhPZqBLAL1
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3firGX7sLp
But Kwame had only smiled that small, cold smile he wore when something clicked.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ncs04rSem
“She was one of us. You just didn’t know it yet.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9JGf0HaBgn
Mercy hadn’t just corrupted the Order.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKLEe2TcaM9
She’d outgrown it.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡheU3RcKsTo
She’d used it like a shell. A decoy.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMOmL3g9X1i
While underneath, in tunnels and side passages, she had trained with the Walkers.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnbctP0nxaY
Unaligned. Untraceable. Unquestioned. Until she got bored. Until she vanished.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4hPQJwZUiD
And now— She was back.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnjr0AmgaUR
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcm8taw7pGW
But Ayo remembered. Mercy’s games hadn’t been about leadership. They’d been about control. And if she was laying ink again…52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSfBcH2y8zY
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1TIKGQSWip
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:52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuS0TPu8xGG
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡarylKiqf1i
But Kim was already up.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhF9N6rTNKj
Shiko had left her a note before dawn: “Come alone. Old pump.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAqvZVBrPJZ
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPy1Z6sjJ0g
When she arrived at the overgrown edge of the borehole courtyard, Shiko was already waiting, crouched low behind the wall of banana leaves.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2dsIFhn0Q0
Her eyes were locked on the concrete slab where the rusted borehole cage sat unused.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7LlQRdv5TB
“Look,” Shiko whispered.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqTxtXc26nR
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWnoxRbgsJh
Not graffiti. Not words. Symbols.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeDOMBw7wBy
Kim knelt beside her, scanning them with an almost instinctive unease. A spiral, a horizontal stroke, a crescent hooked beneath a triangle.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡofkvtQ1VcY
“This wasn’t here yesterday,” Shiko murmured.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRrx3uMlklN
“No wind or rain overnight,” Kim added. “No footprints.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3REbfQWg2n
“Not visible ones,” Shiko replied grimly.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjpUUXdMKVG
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL3nqAm8DfC
But something in her chest stirred. A memory. Something old.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVHMLbYLYUV
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmbaqCqTii
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSCzirsKdDc
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.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBsdOVT6SML
She knelt, pressed her hand to the cement, and whispered:52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf54CkGb9iO
“Curiosity wakes the tunnels. Let them crawl back to me.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQkE3JYAGSZ
Then she vanished before the sun cleared the dorm rooftops.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNGXbeiPjhV
“We should tell Naomi,” Shiko said.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDuu9JjRJuF
Kim didn’t move. “And say what? That someone wrote ancient wall symbols in ink that shouldn’t exist anymore?”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4pNTTOD1M
She traced one of the crescents with her finger, careful not to touch the wet center.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiY9wORjANk
“I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Last term. Just not this clear.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRIWqykO5Lf
Shiko looked at her sharply. “Where?”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ536mBhVLPj
Kim’s eyes lifted toward the wall.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9YEOUhcmzs
“On a stone. Right before the night I saw them.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8pgAcwByH7
“The boys?” Shiko asked.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKOnBvFJ6s6
Kim nodded.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQTZNGNZsLt
“And the girls who followed.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNEBBndpF92
Shiko’s voice dropped. “You think this is them?”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmlVEh7T2KP
“I think this is her.”52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBEa3A0vbVf
They didn’t say her name.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0rqDUakO6S
But in the silence that followed, the ink on the stone dried like breath held too long.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRFjMtYDjy
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