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30; What Cannot Be Broken

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 03.04.2026 15:22:10

Lyra

I knew about bond severance from page forty-seven of Maren's third book. I had read it at fourteen, sitting on the floor of the healer's hut while rain came down outside and Maren worked at her bench and didn't tell me to leave. I had read it with the academic detachment of someone absorbing information they didn't expect to need personally, the way you read about weather patterns in territories you have never visited.

I remembered every word now with a precision that felt like punishment.
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