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Lyra's Secret Passage
Author: Abu Ulfah
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Following Thomas through the secret door behind the bookshelf, Alina felt her heart pound. The narrow, dark passage felt cold and damp, the stuffy air carrying the scent of dust and decaying wood. Thomas's steps were firm but hurried, as if time was no longer on their side.

"This passage used to be used by the family to escape if there was danger," Thomas whispered without looking back. "Only a few know about it."

Alina continued to follow, her mind in turmoil. If she was truly Lyra, why did Darren and Alana insist on calling her Alina? Why were they hiding her true identity? And what great secret was Darren hiding, which now felt increasingly real as this lie unraveled?

The passage ended at a wooden door that was sturdier than the first. Thomas carefully opened it, revealing a spiral staircase descending steeply. The commotion from above grew louder, Seraphina's shouts and the sound of hurried footsteps echoing throughout the house.

"We have to be quick," urged Thomas, starting to de
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