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Chapter 64 : The Formation

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Lyra returned on a Thursday.

Cole beside her.

Both of them carrying the particular quality of people who had done something real in a short time and were still settling into what it had cost and what it had produced.

They came directly to the working room.

Lyra set her bag down.

Looked at Sera across the table.

"She heard me," she said.

No preamble.

No building to it.

Just the essential thing.

"Tell me," Sera said.

Her name was Vessa.

Twenty-six. Had been in Thornwall for four years. Had starte
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