If they caught her tonight… she would die. Fear had been Lyra Vale’s only companion for seven years. It lived in her bones, whispered in her mind, and followed her even into sleep. It never left her—not in darkness, not in silence, not even in dreams. But tonight… it felt different. Stronger. Louder. Wrong. Lyra sat curled in the corner of her cold stone cell, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The thin fabric of her dress clung to her fragile body, offering no warmth against the freezing air that seeped through the walls. Her body ached constantly—a dull, endless pain she had long stopped fighting. But tonight, something else unsettled her. Silence. Her brows furrowed slowly. That wasn’t normal. Every night, there were sounds. Boots scraping against the floor. Cruel laughter echoing through the halls. Chains dragging. Screams—sometimes hers, sometimes others’. But tonight… Nothing. Not even a whisper. Lyra held her breath, listening harder. Still nothing.
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