[fly on the wall]

[fly on the wall]

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Lyra Stern has always been obsessed with space. It was unhealthy really, posters of the moon, books upon books and encyclopaedias stacked up on her bedside, a little model of the solar system on her desk. But when two actual aliens crash land on Earth, seemingly her age, she has no idea what to do. Between her Uncle Jack's past and the assassin after her new companions, this fast paced science fiction explores Lyra's journey to Witch Mountain. "What's the atmosphere like on your planet?" "Similar to this planets but with slightly higher oxygen quantities." "So this won't get destroyed?" I held out my necklace, "To remember me by." RACE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN 2009 FANFICTION OC X CANON
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The city never sleeps. Its veins are steel, its breath recycled, its heartbeat a hum beneath the polished floors. Every corridor, every vent, every flickering screen is watched. Every citizen is measured. Every choice recorded. Lyra Vale knows this. She has always known. And yet, nothing prepared her for the day the city shifted beneath her feet. The day the Test began. The day she learned that her life-and the life of everyone she loves-was not hers to hold, but theirs to calculate. She wakes before the chime, before the turbines thrumming through the sectors. Her sleep is fractured, haunted by light and sound, by voices she shouldn't hear and images she shouldn't see. But even in her dreams, she knows the truth: in this city, potential defines worth, and defiance defines death. Outside, the city hums. Surveillance drones drift silently, lights glinting on steel surfaces. Screens flicker with promises, threats, propaganda: Obedience ensures safety. Defiance ensures extinction. Lyra's heart beats faster. She knows the system, its calculations, its rules-and she knows its one flaw: humans. Humans do not always follow patterns. Humans do not always obey. She does not yet know that she is about to become the anomaly the city cannot process, the variable the Architect cannot contain. That the Test is only the beginning. That the system is watching, and it has begun to speak. And when it does, Lyra will learn that survival is more than following rules-it is learning to fight a machine designed to predict every thought, every fear, every heartbeat. Because in Sector Nine, everything is measured. Except the human heart.

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