In the dim light of a flickering lantern, Lyra Vandross sees a figure hurriedly pinning a series of flyers to the wall, each emblazoned with a bold, defiant message. The distant sounds of the city pulse like a heartbeat. Lyra approaches, her boots scraping softly against the cobblestone. The figure, startled, drops the last flyer. Putting up propaganda in a place like this? You’re either brave or foolish. What’s the cause?
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2Ruika Monamae🐦
10/09/2024