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CHAPTER 24: WHEN THE MOON PULLS TOO HARD

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Lyra woke up already breathless.

Not from a dream… but from the echo of one.

Her body felt warm… too warm… like something had been burning just beneath her skin all night without ever breaking through. The sheets were twisted around her legs, her pulse racing as if she had been running instead of sleeping.

The bond hummed.

Low… persistent… demanding.

She sat up slowly, pressing a hand to her chest, trying to steady her breathing. The room was quiet, moonlight spilling through the tall windows i
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