Chapter 36

Lyra's POV

My breath hitched.

Standing beside Marcello—arm looped casually through his—was her.

The woman from the mirror.

The ghost, the enigma, the whisper in the air that had vanished like fog on glass. Only she wasn’t vanishing now. She was right here. Tangible. Alive. Wearing a gown that sh...

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