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Doubts

Lyra had been unusually quiet all evening. She checked her phone, slipped it into her bag, and took it out again whenever it buzzed. Her father had been complaining about missing her and expected her at the family home in an hour.

She had answered twice, assuring him she would come. Neither reply had made the messages stop.

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