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... m, her hands resting on her knees. The lights were dim, only a few lamps were on. Lyra stood at the center of the room, holding the microphone with both hands. Her shoulders were stiff, and her feet kept shifting on the floor.
Lyra cleared her throat.
"I’ll start again," she said, even before anyone told her to.
Elara smiled faintly. "Take your time."
Lyra nodded and began to sing.
Her voice was not bad. It was not good either. It wavered, sometimes going ...
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