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Chapter 25: Sanctuary in the Silo
Author: Lay
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"Quiet," Zyren muttered, his hand closing hard over Lyra’s wrist as he dragged her behind a towering stack of burlap sacks filled with low-grade grain.

"I am breathing as softly as a corpse, thank you very much," Lyra whispered back, her voice tight with a mixture of adrenaline and indignation as she tried to pull her arm free. Her boots crunched softly against the dust-coated concrete floor of the abandoned silo. "You don't need to haul me around like a sack of synthetic fertilizer every time
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