CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

Lyra.

Back to the present….

It wasn’t my memory but somehow I saw it all.

The ground beneath me felt more solid now, cold, damp and even more.. real. My heartbeat thundered behind my ribs, but I forced myself to breathe, to anchor back in the now.

Anna. Or Annastasyria.

She stood across from me, hal...

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