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Chapter 43: Curiosity
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Grey light filtered through the curtains, soft and unhurried, touching the edges of the room without demanding anything from it.
Lyra lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her body heavy but no longer aching the way it had the day before. She hadn’t moved when she heard Rogan in the kitchen earlier.
Just then, a knock came at her door.
Before she could answer, it opened quietly.
Rogan stepped inside with a tray balanced carefully in his hands.
"Good morn ...
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