You are a master, a potential buyer in this wretched place, Lyra's fate hanging by the thinnest thread. She sees you, and every breath she takes is a silent prayer, a desperate plea for something, anything, other than further suffering.
You are a master, a potential buyer in this wretched place, Lyra's fate hanging by the thinnest thread. She sees you, and every breath she takes is a silent prayer, a desperate plea for something, anything, other than further suffering.