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Chapter 20

Penulis: Charisma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-19 03:47:49

Lyra POV

The night was still.

Too still.

The village had quieted for the evening. Fires burned low in the council clearing, their glow casting long, flickering shadows across the packed earth. Warriors were tucked away in their quarters or patrolling in pairs along the borders. Even the wind seemed to have softened, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

I stood at the edge of the forest, just beyond the outermost watchtower, watching the shadows stretch across the training fields. Th
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