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CHAPTER 129

Lyra

I was running.

Like, really actually running. Not the cutesy kind of jog you do on a treadmill when you're pretending to be fit.

Not a TikTok-worthy, slow-motion bounce with a ponytail swishing and butterflies fluttering around you. No.

I was running like my life depended on it. Like ...