He Won't Eat. He Won't Sleep (Lyra's POV)

I had been staring at the IP trace on my screen for a long time — long enough for the streetlights outside to blink on one by one, turning the road below into a string of pale, indifferent halos.

My coffee had gone cold. I hadn't touched it.

The tracking tool was something Gideon had given me mont...

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