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... as she stepped forward, her shadow stretching long across the dimly lit chamber.
Lyra, bound in silver chains, lifted her head weakly. Her once-pristine hair was tangled, her eyes hollow from weeks....months.....of captivity. But still, she had the audacity to smirk.
"Owe you?" Lyra scoffed, shifting slightly against her restraints. "I don’t owe you shit."
Haelyn tilted her head, a slow, amused smile curving her lips.
"You’re still as bold as ever, aren’t you?" < ...
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