Lyra POV The hallway was quiet. The kind of quiet that clung to the walls like dust, untouched and heavy. Lyra stood still before the familiar door, her fingers curled loosely at her sides. Then, slowly, she pushed it open.The bedroom greeted her like a ghost.Her lungs tightened as she stepped inside. Kane’s scent was fading - still there, in the folds of the sheets and the shirt tossed on the edge of the bed, but not as strong as it had once been. Time, it seemed, didn’t wait for grief.She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, exhaling like the breath had been trapped in her ribs for days.Crossing to the sideboard, she poured herself a glass of wine - red and deep and bitter. She didn’t sit. Instead, she walked out onto the balcony, letting the night air wash over her like a balm.The city lay quiet beneath her. Peaceful, for now. Lights glittered like fireflies in the distance. The full moon hung low, brilliant and round, bathing everything in a silver
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