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Chapter 4-2
When she saw the history of the past couple years, she was shocked. The vampires and the Order of the Burning Claw … and the freaking elf king risen from the dead. Geez, she hadn’t realized how boring her life had been with all this going on outside the djinn realm. When Myanin obtained the information she needed, she released Lyra’s head. The woman’s eyes were barely open, and her breathing was shallow. Lyra stared up at her through the small slits. “You’re going to die,” Myanin said. “Just to be clear. I don’t want you laying here hoping that the toxin will wear off and you will be able to skip off to the rest of the elders.” Lyra, of course, couldn’t respond. She just laid there, barely breathing. Myanin, maybe a little twisted, stood up and watched as the elder continued to breathe
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