LYRAMy heart is a caged, wild bird pounding against my ribcage, the map's lies… or facts… seared in back of my eyes, I have to get out, I have to breathe, I have to not be ensnared by his granite and his shadow and the weight of what that damn scroll means, so I'm running, running down the hallway, not seeing, just needing space, and then he's there, Roric, rising out of the darkness like a boulder from hell, in front of me, his massive arms crossed, his face like carved granite."Move," I snarl, not even looking his way, trying to shoulder past, but he is a pillar. "You're in my path.""I am," he responds, his tone a low, grinding growl, and he does not shift an inch. "And you're rushing somewhere. Like the hounds of hell are on your heels, or perhaps, like you saw something you didn't want to believe."The reality hits me like a slap. "Your guesswork is tedious, Roric," I sneer, my patience, my restraint, all losing their grip. "Move aside before I make you regret you were there."
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