Chapter 79 Seventy nine

Ral’s P.O.V.

The echo did not speak again after the Choir was driven out.

It stayed close to Lyra, its light faint and uneven, flickering like a flame starved of air. When I reached for it, the warmth I was used to feeling was gone. It felt thin. Fragile. As if one careless touch might scatter it....

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