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CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

Author: Abby Gale
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-16 20:55:33

Lyra's pov

I was silent for a moment as I tossed her words over and over in my head.

“Thank you for telling me. Do you know how this rumor started?”

She shook her head sadly.

With a sigh I told her my plans, “if that's the case then I guess I'll have to find that out on my own.”

With that, I turned to head out but her hand quickly shot out, grabbing my wrist firmly but not painfully.

Confused, I turned to look at her. “Lyra, I care for you but be careful. This doesn’t feel like mindless gossip, it feels planted.”

Her warning was… vague.

Before I could say anything, she walked out.

I kept replaying Arielle’s words in my head long after she left the closet, the small closet felt very suffocating at this point.

Her warning wasn’t one I could just brush aside. She was right. Gossip was one thing—cheap whispers that spread like wildfire but burned out just as quickly. But this? This rumor had a backbone because not just anyone would risk starting such a rumor that involved the nobles an
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