Chapter 32
#MBTACChapter32 — Dawn came too soon, the gray light of morning breaking through the bookstore’s fogged windows. I hadn’t slept. None of us had, really. Lyra’s charms and potions cluttered the counter, Calder sharpened blades with a precision that seemed born from something more than just boredom, and Timothy had spent the night pacing near the front door. Nimbus, ever loyal, remained glued to my side, his golden eyes watching every movement. Ronan arrived just as the sun barely tipped over the horizon, a pack slung over his shoulder and a grim look etched into his scarred face. He wasted no time, stepping inside and nodding at Timothy. “We move now. The shard’s pull is growing.” I tightened my grip on the strap of my bag, where the shard rested, its energy humming faintly against my
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