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... o all she could do was count them.
"One-fifty-nine... one-sixty... one-sixty-one..." Lyra muttered, her voice echoing softly into the void.
Each relic she counted hovered for a moment in the air before vanishing into an invisible tally. Her brow was furrowed, tongue pressed against her upper lip in exaggerated focus.
"...One-sixty-two!" She raised her arms triumphantly, grinning at the empty air. "That’s all of them! One hundred and sixty-two glorious little trophies. Not ...
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