Lyra's POVI woke up gradually, my head hurting so badly that it felt like someone was smashing me over the head with a hammer, again and again.Initially I thought my eyes were shut. But as I reached for a way to muster them wider, further open, I saw with rising horror that they were already open.I was in pitch darkness. Not night-dark, where shapes and shadows still exist. This was the complete lack of all light, the Void that the cultists so feared.I struggled to move, but heavy chains were binding my wrists and ankles painfully.I was tied down to something that felt like a cold slab of stone; its surface was rough and old against my skin.My pathetic Luna spark was fluttering weakly inside me, attempting to manifest itself with no success in attaching itself accurately. Somehow the chains were actually dampening my powers with evil sorcery.My added collective powers which had linked me to the other Lunas were now impossibly far away, like trying but failing to hear tiny whisp
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