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... ne brow rising as the door eased open.
Lyra stepped in, her dark robes whispering against the floor, the same flowing garb she always wore. No effort to.
Michael tilted his head. “Do you not have mercy on your master? To visit me at this late instead of letting me have peace?”
The corner of Lyra’s lip twitched upward. She scoffed softly, though her voice was level when she replied.
“Do you despise my presence so much?”
“…Of course not,” Michael said after ...
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