Where the
er again. "She waits wh
g? A call for help? Or just another trick played by exhaustion and memory? He
far too often in Okholm. The ghost lady-she wasn't a face he could forget. Ethereal, alwa
RING! RI
jumped, breath caught in his throat. The room was still wrappe
t the screen.
ated. Then
on. I
man you
e day
asured. Familiar in a way t
ine wen
the phone still p
rong number. It
ce. No number logged. Just the linge
street was still and pale, but Zion could feel it-an u
ing had
it felt heavier. More real. He flipped it over again, fingers
of fear. A ma
the apartment felt alive.
honed through years of raids, dark alley
locks. Then the
faintly in the air. J
lled it on
He
r above the sink. Not his own reflection-but the corner behi
emotionally-but spiritually, maybe even super
believed
every sign poin
was
e was ca
d he f
didn'
n... he knew h
ld the ghost lady c
was dreaming
ean my Dreams
come to
ow a whole mystery wa
d said "meet me at c
rt dropp
inger or another pr
said I bum
must b
and walked out so I could kno
-
eflies, Zion sat alone in a dim café tucked between forgotten buildings. The door o
eyes. A sadness in her face that time hadn't touched. She
ame," s
owed. "You
idn't know who el
A fragil
aid quietly. "You've
her lips. "I wasn't ha
r wh
see what no o
w you on my way
quite In
doesn't concern
ntion that day and I never
d I know
wn. "My name is Lyra. I w
t skipped. "
le the ghost lad
hinking and
was
know why all of s
ought she
he left
cret. I said; The m
storm was beginning
y people who were never supposed to touch h
ed his eyes.
, she wasn't just beautiful. She
between the
silence, Zi
falling f
alling in
d you know who mig
ut next shoc
she
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