Mira was dead.

Cyrus's POV

It felt as though a rusty knife had been driven into my chest and twisted open. The tearing cramp drained the strength out of all four of my limbs in an instant.

"Ugh—"

I went down hard into the muddy weeds. Sharp gravel cut my palm open; I paid it no mind. I braced on my elbow...

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