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... t for giants. Broken columns clawed at the sky, and the air was thick with dust that tasted like ash and copper. Every step echoed like it was trespassing.
Lyra kept her spear close, her eyes darting too often to the shadows. She walked stiff, pulling her hair back with one hand, the other squeezing the haft of her weapon until her knuckles paled.
And then, over the silence, came the Trickster.
He hummed first. Then he sang—if it could be called singing. His voice was coa ...
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