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... rying to grasp the overwhelming smallness of his own existence. He felt the echo of Lyra, a silent, painful void in his consciousness where her brilliance had been. He looked at the Loom, at the shimmering golden-white residue of her essence.
"Lyra... I have to find her," he said, his voice stronger now, filled with a new, desperate purpose.
"Jaden, you just got back," Amah pleaded, her hands still gripping his arms, her eyes wide with a mix of relief and growing concern. The fea ...
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