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The infirmary smelled like antiseptic and old blood. Lyra had learned to recognize that combination in darker days, before her Master had pulled her from the gallows. The academy’s medical wing tried to hide it beneath clean linens and medicinal herbs, but some scents never truly faded.
Her Master lay propped against starched pillows. His torso wrapped in white bandages that pulled tight with every breath. The medic had done her work well. Two broken ribs set prop ...
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