WHERE BROKEN HEARTS UNITE

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er again. "She waits w

? A call for help? Or just another trick played by exhaustion and memory? He

far too often in Okholm. The ghost lady-she wasn't a face he could forget. Ethereal, alway

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jumped, breath caught in his throat. The room was still wrapped

the screen. U

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man you

days

asured. Familiar in a way

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ong number. It

ce. No number logged. Just the ling

street was still and pale, but Zion could feel it-an

ing had

it felt heavier. More real. He flipped it over again, finger

f fear. A mar

the apartment felt alive.

honed through years of raids, dark alleys

locks. Then th

faintly in the air.

lled it o

H

above the sink. Not his own reflection-but the corner behin

emotionally-but spiritually, maybe even supern

believed

every sign point

was

was cal

-

d he

didn't

... he knew he

ld the ghost lady

was dreaming

an my Dreams o

come to

w a whole mystery was

d said "meet me at

t droppe

nger or another pra

aid I bump

must

and walked out so I could kno

-

eflies, Zion sat alone in a dim café tucked between forgotten buildings. The door o

eyes. A sadness in her face that time hadn't touched. She

ame," s

owed. "You

idn't know who el

A fragil

aid quietly. "You've

her lips. "I wasn't ha

r wh

see what no o

w you on my way

quite In

doesn't concern

ntion that day and I never

d I know

wn. "My name is Lyra. I w

t skipped. "

le the ghost lad

hinking and

was

know why all of s

ought she

he left

cret. I said; The m

storm was beginning

y people who were never supposed to touch h

ed his eyes.

, she wasn't just beautiful. She

between the

silence, Zi

falling f

alling in

d you know who mig

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she

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