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Chapter Thirty-Five: What the Twins Are Doing

مؤلف: Hayford A. Elizabeth
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I watched them more carefully after that night. Not anxiously, I had decided very early that anxiety was not a useful response to extraordinary children and that whatever they were becoming required clear-eyed attention rather than fear.

So, I watched carefully, and I noted what I saw, and I tried to understand it with the same methodical approach I brought to everything the gift produced.

What I saw was extraordinary and alarming in approximately equal measure.

The silver-eyed one I had been ca
Hayford A. Elizabeth

Dear readers, just when you think you know where this story is going, it surprises you. That is my promise with every chapter. Thank you for trusting Lyra's journey with me. If you are loving the story, please recommend it to someone today. The more readers we bring in, the more motivated I am to keep writing. Hayford A. Elizabeth

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