Chapter XLII: Musicae Luscis
Liz sits on her bed, staring at the dim glow of her phone screen. Her fingers tap quickly against the glass as she types a message to Adrian and Wyn.
Liz: Guys, I need your help. This is serious.
Adrian responds first.
Adrian: Can't. Thesis deadlines are insane. I'm drowning. Ask Wyn.
She exhales sharply, already expecting that answer. Wyn's reply follows seconds later.
Wyn: I'm free. What's up?
Liz: Meet me after school. Cathedral.
The golden afternoon light filters through the towering windows of the grand cathedral, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Liz and Wyn step into the vast, echoing nave, the scent of old books and burning candles thick in the air.
"Alright," Wyn mutters, glancing around. "What exactly are we doing here?"
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