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Chapter 39

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Desperate Plans

The old temple was just wrecked. Like, you could smell the dust and old prayers that had never been answered. Moonlight spilled through busted windows, making these weird, shattered shadows across the stone floor. Lyra and Marcus sat huddled in that mess, papers all over, candles flickering like they were scared of the dark, too.

Marcus jabbed a finger at the map, tracing some wild idea along the east border. “Three days if we ride like we mean it. Hit the coast, grab a ship to the Free Cities. The narrow sea’s nothing compared to what’s chasing us.”

Lyra’s voice was barely there. “My father’s not stopping. Not ever.” She swallowed. “And Kael? He’ll torch everything just to spite us. Just to make us crawl back.”

Marcus, dead serious, said, “Then we leave him nothing to burn.” He flipped another map over, this one a ridiculous, detailed sketch of the castle. “We raid the treasury, the armory, grab what we need, and put the rest to the torch.”

Lyra just stared at him, e
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