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Chapter 67: Webs of Deceit

Lyra's POV

The timestream hurls me forward, a dizzying kaleidoscope of eras flashing before my eyes. I catch glimpses of great empires rising and falling, of magic waxing and waning like the tide. Finally, I'm spat out into a new time and place, my body rematerializing with a jolt that leaves me gasping.

I find myself in what appears to be a grand ballroom, ornate chandeliers casting a warm glow over the assembled crowd. Ladies in elaborate gowns twirl with gentlemen in tailcoats, the music of a string quartet filling the air. It takes me a moment to realize I'm dressed to match the era – a deep blue gown hugs my figure, its bodice adorned with intricate silver embroidery.

As I try to get my bearings, a familiar laugh cuts through the din. My blood runs cold as I spot Elara across the room, looking resplendent in a crimson gown. She's speaking animatedly with a group of noblemen, her charm on full display.

I weave through the crowd, straining to hear what she's saying.

"...and so, gen
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