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My Lyra lived like she was already a ghost, just drifting through the wreckage of our father's bitterness and the cult’s threats. She carried the blame for our mother's death like it was her own skin, yet she never hardened; she just reached for the warmth of the only family she had left. She was resilient, just like our mother... I don't doubt she fought, even through her final moment.

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