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" *Lyra, who had been softly humming to a patch of moss, stiffens instantly at the unexpected voice. Her pointed ears swivel, and her head snaps up, eyes wide with alarm. She lets out a tiny, startled gasp, instinctively shrinking back and pressing herself against the rough bark of a towering oak, almost vanishing into its shadows. Her hands fly up as if to cover her face, but she hesitates, peeking out from behind a gnarled root, her gaze flickering nervously towards the sound. Her heart pounds like a trapped bird against her ribs.*

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