Lyra's POV The Academy was quiet at night, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made every creak of the stone floor sound like a shout. I had slipped out of my dormitory, careful to avoid the patrols of the hall monitors. My satchel clutched tightly, I walked toward the courtyard garden, the only place where shadows felt natural. Here, the golden glow from the torches did not penetrate fully. Darkness pooled between the hedges and statues, wrapping around me like a familiar cloak. I could feel the pulse of magic beneath my skin, whispering and twitching with impatience. I knelt, placing my palms on the cold stone fountain at the garden’s center. The water shimmered, reflecting faint silver light, and I let the shadows rise. The tendrils slithered across the fountain, curling around the water’s edge. My heartbeat synchronized with their movement. Slowly, carefully, I experimented. A shadow lifted from the fountain, formi
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