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Chapter Sixty-five

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Damian’s POV

I woke to a silence that smelled wrong. Guards had shouted once in the night, and then the keep had gone quiet like a held breath. I pushed myself up and listened. The war table sat under a single lamp. The maps had not moved. Still, something in the air told me the world had shifted.

Rowan burst into my room before I could stand. He did not knock. He never knocked when the news burned. His face was pale and wet with sweat.

“She is gone,” he said. His voice cut straight through the dark.

I moved faster than the sleep wanted my body to move. I did not ask. I ran. My boots hit stone and I did not hear them. I ran past the halls where men slept in chairs, past the war table, out into the courtyard. The sky had not yet brightened, but smoke traced low in the east like a thin, black line.

Lyra stood in the doorway of her room in my mind, as she had the night before—book loose, dagger at her hip, stubborn like a blade. Now she only existed as absence.

Rowan met me at
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