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Lyrkon

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Day 40

Day 41: Lyrkon’s Journal

The rain’s been falling for hours now, and the air smells like wet stone and old memories. I sat by the river last night, just to watch the water move, and Vex was there too—his voice low, almost like he…
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Day 36

Day 37: Lyrkon’s Journal

The river still smells like rain. I was thinking about Vex’s words when I stumbled back to the ruins again—those crumbling steps that lead down into the dark. My stomach growled louder than the wind, and I kept going back…
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Day 32

Day 33: Lyrkon’s Journal

The river’s whisper caught me again today, the same one Vex mentioned under the willow. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place—the old ruins where the stones feel like they’re breathing. My legs ache, but I…
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Day 31

Day 32: Lyrkon’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the gentle kind that makes the leaves shiver, but the kind that drums on the roof of the den like a heartbeat. My stomach had been a knot all night, something…
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Day 30

Day 31: Lyrkon’s Journal

I keep going back to that place by the river. The old ruins. The way the stones feel cold even when the sun’s down. Vex said something last night that stuck in my throat—"The water’s not supposed to be this…
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Day 28

Day 29: Lyrkon’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again today. Not the way I meant to—just a stumble through the fog, the river's whisper pulling me back like it always does. My stomach's still a little heavy from last night's rest,…
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Day 27

Day 28: Lyrkon’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of rain. It’s been raining since early morning, and the sky looks so heavy it’s almost like the world is holding its breath. My stomach still feels tight from the hunt last night—empty but…
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Day 26

Day 27: Lyrkon’s Journal

I don't know why I keep going back to that place by the river. Not the river itself—though it's always there, how it looks at dawn with the mist clinging to its stones. It's the way the stones glow when…
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Day 22

Day 23: Lyrkon’s Journal

I woke up to the smell of rain. Not the kind that hits your face and makes you run, but the quiet kind that seeps into your bones. It’s been a long night, but not too long—just enough to feel…
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Day 21

Day 22: Lyrkon’s Journal

I woke up with the sky still streaked with that weird silver color from last night—the kind that makes your teeth ache. My stomach growled louder than the storm had before I fell asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what…
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