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"Lyra here," Lazarus gestured to Lyra solemnly, "made Lucius feel something other than fear. How she did it, is unknown, as only he would know the answer, but I'm sure the shadow has already devoured the memory." As for leave, I mean leave him alone, tend to your leader here, and keep her well. The strength of all the others lies on her, and she needs as much strength as she can get."

"As for me," Lazarus began, "I am nobody. I am a ghost lost to time, the sanity that plagues his madness. The spark of light that cast his shadow." Lazarus looked back to the floor, dejected. Lucius stirred slightly in his slumber.