quiet routine, or

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ot wanting

poke, his v

sy about Mother. What Lyra ma

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Lyra found the idea of a memory-plagued Earth 'exquisitely amu

ldish

her suffered for five hundred yea

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e had to be sacrificed to calm them, to protect Lyra. Sacrificing Sera

n my hands

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ess

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cent, and he let me rot in

mself. To

the one who swit

's inst

he floor felt like

loved Malakor, m

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ng words, their unwaver

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