Chapter 115 Old Fires, New War

The air on the other side of the opening was warmer.

Not by much, but enough that Lyra felt the difference on her skin. The cold stone smell gave way to something else—smoke, metal, bodies. People.

Maverick shifted his grip on Dax’s restraints. “Stay close,” he murmured to Lyra.

“As if I’m wander...

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