Kyra Knight

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I gulp softly, my heart hammering wildly in my chest, and step through, but the clearing stretches wide and empty before me, and there's no sign of Lycos. I feel a sudden, gnawing unease.

Then, the doors slam shut behind me with an eerie creak. I freeze. Hundreds of floating candles form the sacred circle, their flickering flames casting long, dancing shadows across the ground. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers and ancient magic, almost intoxicating ...