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Chapter 45: The Masterpiece

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​Lyra stood at the drafting table, but she wasn't drawing. She was watching a video feed on her tablet. It showed a small, dusty playground in a village thousands of miles away. A young boy with strikingly familiar silver eyes was laughing, kicking a ball into a makeshift goal. He didn’t know he was a Vane. He didn't know he was a "Masterpiece." He just knew he was free.

​Julian walked into the room, two cups of coffee in hand. He set one down on the table and stood behind her, his chin resting
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    Julian didn't wait for her to answer. The silence in the daycare was suffocating, broken only by the sound of Leo’s toy car wheels spinning as he clutched it against Lyra’s leg.​"I didn't steal anyone," Lyra hissed, her voice trembling. "I was a surrogate. It was a legal contract. Anonymous. I wa

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