Morning never came. The sun rose only halfway, then dimmed to a dull gray. Lyra felt the fire‑mark on her wrist pulse painfully. Rowan ran to her house, breathless. “Lyra… the Hollow King has broken free.” The world felt like it was holding its breath.
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