Chapter 53 Fifty three

Lyra’s P.O.V.

When I woke, the world was red.

Not burning just painted in it, like the air itself had been dyed with light. I blinked, once, twice, until shapes began to form out of the haze. The forge. The cold stone floor. The smell of metal and smoke.

And Ral.

He lay beside me, still as death...