Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Elias burst through the heavy wooden doors, chest heaving, his boots thudding loudly against the floorboards. The main reading room lay bathed in grey light filtering through the tall windows, empty except for the dust motes dancing in the stillness.
"Lyra?"
His voice echoed down the aisles of shelves, sounding too loud, too urgent. No answer came. Only the faint, cold draft that swept through the building, carrying the sharp scent of ozone and old paper.
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