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... he marsh had vanished. No droning mosquitoes, no chirping frogs, no buzzing flies. The silence pressed against his ears like a physical force.
"Something’s wrong," Apollo said, voice low but carrying in the unnatural quiet.
Lyra turned, one hand already moving toward her knife. "What?"
"Listen."
They froze, heads tilting as they registered the absence. The marsh had gone completely silent around them, the only sound the occasional drip of water from the fog-laden ...
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