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Chapter 95: The Awakening of a Stranger
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2026-01-14 09:30:43Lyra POV
I woke to the smell of damp earth and the taste of copper in my mouth but the most painful thing wasn’t the injury—it was the silence in my chest, where my voice used to live.
My eyes snapped open, and for a moment the world was a blur of overlapping greens and browns. The Sunken Grove was no longer a dream of gray ruins, but a cold, wet reality. I
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