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Chapter 32

Author: Dina
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-06 05:48:17

Awaking The Hidden Power

Lyra sat in her father's room, the note from the bird in her shaky hands. The dark bird sat by the window, eyes too smart, too full of thought. King Aldwin walked back and forth by his table while Marcus stood still by the door, his hand on his sword.

"It's a trap," Marcus said for the third time.

"Yes, it's a trap." King Aldwin stopped and looked hard at his girl with care. "The thing we need to think is, can we just let it be?"

Lyra made the paper neat, read Kael's words once more. The writing was his - neat, right on - but the way some letters were made gave her the chills. It was like the dark in him got into his words too.

"He took the girl," she said in a low voice. "Mari from the cooking place. Her brother is in the horse place."

"How do you know?" asked King Aldwin.

Lyra put her hand on the note, eyes shut. The second her skin hit the paper, her mind filled with looks.

"A girl with brown hair, tears on her dirt-face, rough hands pulling her to a spot
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