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Chapter 56: The Glass Sarcophagus
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2026-01-14 09:00:13The black glass was not merely a cage; it was a hungry, sentient mineral. Standing in the hallway of the South Wing, Silas Blackwood watched in helpless horror as the obsidian walls pulsed with a rhythmic, violet light, mirroring the frantic heartbeat of the woman trapped inside. Every time Silas slammed his gold-and-sapphire fist against the surface, the air vibrated with a high-frequency scream that seemed to resonate directly in his teeth.
"Lyra!" he roared, his voice cracking. "L
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