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Chapter 34: The Prophecy of the Bloodmoon Amulet

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The whispers began before sleep had fully claimed her.

Soft. Insidious. A voice neither of this world nor the next.

Lycia stirred, but her body was no longer her own. Her feet moved, silent as the shadows, drawn to the unseen call.

After what seemed like a long discussion with Cove, she finally retired to what used to be her prison. Sleep pulled her under like an unseen tide, dragging her into darkness.

But this was no ordinary slumber.

A whisper floated through the air; soft, ethereal, curling around her ears like a lover’s breath. A chill ran down her spine. Then another, layered upon the first, overlapping and weaving together like ghostly fingers brushing against her skin.

She shuddered.

Lycia’s breath hitched. Something felt wrong. The room seemed colder than before, the silence too absolute. Was she dreaming? Or awake?

Then, the whisper changed.

More insistent. More urgent.

“Move!.” It whispered.

Her fingers twitched. Her heart pounded. The air around her felt thick, heavy, char
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