I take a closer look at the person; she wears a veil covering her face, and I can't help but wonder why. Scanning the crowd, I don't see anyone else in the pack wearing a veil. It seems out of place.

"Lyra," the person calls again, urging me to come closer. Events often draw a crowd, but something about this person stands out. We share a striking resemblance, like doppelgangers. I am shocked.

I glance around frantically, searching for any sign of the mysterious stranger, but she seems to have vanished into thin air.

A shiver runs down my spine, sending waves of unease through me. It feels as though...