“Lyra—Lyra, wake up—now!”The voice dragged her out of darkness like a blade. Lyra choked on air and bolted upright with a feral gasp, her hands blazing with reflexive power.Light erupted around her, wild, uncontrolled, until the boy seized her wrists and forced them down. “Stop!” he snapped. “It’s over. You’ll tear what’s left apart.”Her breathing came in ragged bursts. “Where, where is she?”He didn’t answer. That was answer enough.Lyra pushed past him, scrambling to her feet. The Fold was gone. The fractured sky had sealed itself into a pale, wounded horizon.They were no longer in the in-between realm but back in the ruined courtyard of the citadel. Half the towers were missing. The gardens were ash. The sky was wrong, thin, colorless, stretched.Liora lay nearby, unconscious but breathing. Lyra ran to her, dropping to her knees. “Liora. Liora, wake up.”The child stirred, lashes fluttering. “Mom… it’s quiet.”Lyra’s throat tightened. “Do you still hear her?”Liora shook her he
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