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... gainst the stone door feels like lifting a mountain. My shoulders scream, muscles splitting, blood slipping down my forearms as I strain to hold it open.
"Go!" I roar, choking on the bitter water already lapping at my throat. "Go!"
Evadne is first, crown clutched to her chest as the chamber groans around us. Soraya follows, then Fawn, and Altheira--but the water is up to my chin now, and I can’t breathe.
"Lyra--"
"Don’t look back!" I push harder. The door shudders ...
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