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... om her throat. Rain dripped from her tangled hair, mixing with the blood smeared across her cheek. Her chest heaved, not from fear—but from mourning.
Lyra’s hands didn’t tremble.Her golden eyes were hard, cruel.But beneath that unyielding facade, something cracked.
A memory.
A flicker.
A ghost of the girl who once swore never to harm the one who made her laugh on her darkest nights.
This should have been easy.
Lyra told herself that over and over. ...
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