"I can see the sun."The words came from Marcus, his voice filled with wonder. We had been in the cavern for hours, huddled together in the darkness. But now, through the entrance, I could see it too. A pale golden light, pushing through the red."What's happening?" Lyra asked. "Is the quiet retreating?""I don't know," I said. "But I think we need to find out.""Wait," Tessa said. "What if it's a trap? What if the quiet is trying to lure us out?""Then we walk into the trap together," I said. "That's what we do."We moved toward the entrance, our steps slow and cautious. The light was growing stronger, pushing back against the red. I could feel the warmth in my chest, pulsing with something I hadn't felt in a long time. Hope."Look," Wren said, pointing at the sky. "The red is fading."She was right. The crimson was retreating, replaced by something softer. Something that looked almost like blue."It's working," Silas said. "The light is winning.""How?" Vespera asked. "How is that p
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