Chapter 55

"Someone I see every day."

Lyra's voice barely made it past her own throat.

Ryder nodded slowly, his face still pale from the poison, sweat cooling on his brow.

"I could be wrong," he said. "I want to be wrong."

"But you don't think you are."

He didn't answer that. He didn't have to.

Lyra turned and...

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