Lyra’s POVThe woods had always been mine.Not by choice—though sometimes I pretended it was—but by birthright. Every twisting path, every fallen log, every stretch of shadowed undergrowth belonged to my bloodline. I knew where the earth dipped into hollows, where the moss grew thicker over stones, where the silence meant danger and where it meant peace.But this day, standing in the clearing, I realized there was something I did not know.Someone.Her.She looked as though she had stepped into the wrong story, as though fate had plucked her out of her world and shoved her into mine. Her hair caught the light between the branches, her eyes wide with fear, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, I hesitated.I should have spoken.I should have demanded to know her name, her reason for being here, her ties to my woods. But I didn’t. I only watched her, and in watching her, I felt something inside me stir.Recognition.The same recognition that had haunted my dreams.The
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