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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