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Chapter 9: Unraveled
Lyra woke with a start, her heart hammering in her chest, the nightmare still clinging to her mind like a stubborn shadow. It was as though the dive room at Victor Hargrave’s clinic had followed her into sleep, with its cold metallic scent and the weight of that ominous memory pressing down on her. Sweat soaked through her clothes, and her breath came in short, shallow gasps, the edges of the vision still vivid and oppressive in her mind.
As she sat up, the weight of her legs felt like lead. She swung them over the side of the bed, her feet touching the cool floor as she tried to steady herself. The fragments she had uncovered during the dive whirled in her mind, piecing together a mystery that only seemed to deepen with each new revelation. How was she tied to Nyxterra? Why had her memory been buried in someone else’s mind? And Elias—the mere thought of him filled her with a strange mixt
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