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... emed to sense the impending storm.
Humidity hung thickly in the air, stifling and dense, like the forest itself was holding its breath.
Lyra moved like a shadowed predator, leaping silently from branch to branch.
She was close now, but a sharp, metallic scent began to fill the air—fresh blood.
Fifteen slung over her shoulder, gasped as each jolt sent pain rippling through her body, yet she managed a ragged laugh. "Too late—they’re all dead."
Fifteen’s hand ...
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