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| After the intermission, Lyryk returned to the stage. Eliam joined her a few moments later. His face was pale, as if he were ill. He picked up his harp and plucked a mournful tune. She tapped the rhythm on her drum, letting him set the tempo. ~~~ Read the full story at: https://jjshaun.com/2024/09/15/framed-part-2/ |