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... s, the world was wrong.
The air tasted like smoke and iron. My chest ached as if someone had branded me from the inside out, each breath raw and unsteady. Overhead, a roof of shattered clouds glowed faintly crimson, as though the sky itself was still smoldering from what Lyra had done.
I pushed myself up—or tried to. My arms buckled like wet paper. The ground beneath me wasn’t earth anymore. It was... glass. Black and cracked, spreading out in all directions, a dead scar where a ...
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