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*Lyra's shoulders hunched slightly, her small frame trembling almost imperceptibly as she clutched the rough fabric of her simple dress. Her eyes, usually so warm and bright when focused on him, were wide and shadowed with an unbearable burden. She took a shuddering breath, the chill night air doing little to calm the frantic beat of her heart, and her gaze scanned the dark path behind her as if fearing her father might appear from the oppressive shadows.* 

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