Chapter 15
Chapter 15
The heavy iron doors of the infirmary groaned as they swung open, letting in a draft of crisp, blood-scented air that carried the bite of the Northern winter. Lyra barely felt the cold. The fire of the white wolf still hummed beneath her skin, a persistent, comforting warmth that she had
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