Chapter 8 – Too Close to Escape
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Chapter 8 – Too Close to Escape
Lyra woke to warmth.
It was the first thing she noticed.
Not pain.
Not cold.
Warmth.
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Her brows furrowed slightly as her consciousness returned in fragments. The softness beneath her felt unfamiliar—too soft, too clean, too… comfortable.
Not stone.
Not the thin mattress in her cold room.
Something else.
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Her lashes fluttered open.
Light greeted her.
Dim, but steady.
A quiet room, lit by a single lamp. Dark wooden walls, heavy curtains, and a faint scent of something herbal in the air.
Not the kitchen.
Not the servant quarters.
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Lyra’s breath hitched.
“…Where…?”
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“You’re awake.”
The voice came from across the room.
Low.
Calm.
Familiar.
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Lyra froze.
Her head turned slowly—
And there he was.
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Kael Draven.
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Seated near the window, one arm resting casually against the armrest, posture relaxed but controlled.
Watching her.
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Her heartbeat picked up instantly.
“…You…”
Her voice was still weak, barely above a whisper.
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Kael didn’t move.
“…You passed out,” he said.
Simple.
Flat.
As if stating something obvious.
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Lyra swallowed.
Fragments of memory returned.
The corridor.
The shadow.
The hands are grabbing her.
Running.
And then—
Him.
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Her fingers tightened slightly against the fabric beneath her.
“…They came back…”
Kael’s gaze sharpened just a fraction.
“…I know.”
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Silence followed.
Heavy.
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Lyra slowly pushed herself up.
Or tried to.
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Pain hit instantly.
Sharp.
Sudden.
Her body tensed as she gasped softly, her strength failing her halfway.
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“Don’t.”
Kael’s voice cut in.
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Before she could react—
He was already in front of her.
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Too fast.
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Lyra’s breath caught.
She hadn’t even seen him move.
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A hand pressed lightly against her shoulder.
Firm.
Stopping her.
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“…You’re injured,” he said.
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Lyra froze.
His hand.
It was warm.
Steady.
Too close.
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Her body reacted instantly—tense, unsure, almost afraid to move.
“…I’m fine…”
The lie came out automatically.
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Kael’s eyes dropped to her side.
To the place where she had been hit.
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“…You’re not.”
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Lyra followed his gaze.
Her hand moved slowly toward her ribs.
She pressed lightly—
And flinched.
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Pain.
Still there.
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But… weaker.
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Her brows furrowed.
“…It should’ve healed…”
The words slipped out before she could stop them.
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Silence.
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Kael didn’t respond immediately.
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Instead—
His hand moved.
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Before Lyra could react—
His fingers brushed against her side.
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Lyra gasped.
Her entire body stiffened.
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“…What are you doing—”
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“Stay still.”
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His tone didn’t rise.
But it carried weight.
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Lyra froze.
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His touch remained.
Careful.
Measured.
But undeniably there.
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Her heartbeat slammed against her chest.
Too fast.
Too loud.
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He was too close.
Close enough that she could feel the heat of his body, the faint scent of something clean and sharp that clung to him.
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Kael’s fingers pressed slightly against the injured area.
Testing.
Observing.
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Lyra bit her lip to stop herself from reacting.
“…It hurts…”
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“…Good.”
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She blinked.
“…What?”
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Kael’s gaze lifted to hers.
Calm.
Unchanged.
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“If it didn’t, it would be unnatural.”
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Lyra’s breath caught.
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He knew.
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Not everything.
But enough.
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His hand didn’t move away immediately.
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The contact lingered.
A second too long.
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Then—
He pulled back.
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The warmth disappeared instantly.
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Lyra felt it.
The loss of it.
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And that—
Confused her more than anything else.
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“…Why did you bring me here?”
The question slipped out quietly.
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Kael turned slightly, stepping away.
Creating distance again.
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“…You were in danger.”
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Lyra stared at him.
“…I was before too.”
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A pause.
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“…And you’re still alive.”
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That wasn’t an answer.
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Lyra’s fingers tightened against the sheets.
“…They want my blood…”
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Kael didn’t deny it.
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“…Yes.”
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Her chest tightened.
“…Why?”
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Silence.
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Then—
“…Because it’s not normal.”
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Lyra looked down at her hands.
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“…I didn’t choose this…”
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Her voice was small.
Fragile.
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For a moment—
Kael didn’t respond.
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Then—
“…It doesn’t matter.”
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Her head lifted.
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“…What?”
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His gaze met hers again.
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“…What you are doesn’t matter.”
A pause.
Then—
“…What matters is that others will use it against you.”
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Lyra’s breath slowed.
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That wasn’t comfort.
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But it wasn’t cruelty either.
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It was… truth.
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“…Then what should I do…?” she asked quietly.
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Kael studied her.
Longer this time.
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“…Get stronger.”
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Simple.
Direct.
Unforgiving.
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Lyra let out a small, shaky breath.
“…I don’t know how…”
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“…Then learn.”
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Her lips parted slightly.
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He made it sound so easy.
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“…I’m just a servant…”
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Kael’s gaze sharpened.
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“…No.”
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Lyra froze.
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“…You’re not.”
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The words hung in the air.
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Heavy.
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Different.
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Before she could respond—
A sudden sharp pain shot through her side again.
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Lyra gasped.
Her body folded slightly as her hand pressed instinctively against the injury.
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“…It’s getting worse…”
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Kael’s expression shifted.
Just slightly.
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“…It shouldn’t.”
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Lyra’s breathing grew uneven.
“…It’s not healing like before…”
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Silence.
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Then—
Kael stepped forward again.
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Closer.
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This time—
Closer than before.
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His hand reached out—
And stopped just inches from her skin.
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Lyra held her breath.
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“…What are you doing…?”
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“…Testing something.”
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Before she could react—
His fingers touched her again.
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This time—
Directly over the injury.
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Lyra gasped sharply.
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The moment his hand made contact—
Something reacted.
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A strange warmth spread through her body.
Faster than before.
Stronger.
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Her breath hitched.
“…What is this…?”
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Kael didn’t answer.
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His gaze was locked on her.
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Watching.
Closely.
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The pain—
Faded.
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Not slowly.
Not naturally.
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Too fast.
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Lyra’s eyes widened.
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“…It’s healing…”
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Kael’s expression darkened slightly.
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“…I see.”
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His hand didn’t move.
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As if he was confirming it.
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As if he wanted to be sure.
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Lyra’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably.
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“…Why… does it react…?”
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To him.
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The thought formed.
Unspoken.
But there.
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Kael finally pulled his hand away.
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The warmth disappeared again.
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But this time—
Something remained.
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Lingering.
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“…You’re unstable,” he said.
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Lyra blinked.
“…That’s not reassuring…”
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“…It’s the truth.”
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Of course it was.
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Silence settled again.
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Then—
Kael turned slightly.
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“…You’ll stay here tonight.”
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Lyra’s head snapped up.
“…What?”
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“…You’re not safe alone.”
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Her breath caught.
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“…And you are…?”
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A pause.
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Then—
“…Yes.”
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No hesitation.
No doubt.
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Lyra stared at him.
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Confidence.
Absolute.
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And for some reason—
That scared her less than everything else.
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She looked down at her hands again.
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“…I don’t understand anything…”
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Her voice was barely there.
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Kael didn’t respond immediately.
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Then—
“…You don’t need to.”
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She looked up.
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“…Not yet.”
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The words were quiet.
But firm.
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Lyra leaned back slowly against the bed.
Her body is still weak.
Her mind is still racing.
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But for the first time—
She wasn’t cold.
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Her eyes drifted closed.
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Sleep came easier this time.
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But just before she fully lost consciousness—
She felt it.
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A gaze.
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Watching her.
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Carefully.
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As if she were something—
Worth understanding.
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Kael remained where he stood.
Silent.
Still.
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His eyes were fixed on her.
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“…You’re going to cause problems.”
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A pause.
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Then—
Quieter.
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“…More than I expected.”
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Outside—
The storm finally broke.
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Thunder echoed across the academy.
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And deep within the night—
Something shifted.
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Unseen.
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Unstoppable.
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