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... It was a rich man’s nightmare—a lion’s heavy forequarters stitched to a lizard’s back, plated in anti-magic glass and studded with copper rivets.
It roared, a sound that wasn’t animal. It was the sound of air being forced through brass tubes.
Civilians screamed. The "panic" we had drilled for was here, and it was wearing claws.
"Drill!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the shrieks.
Lyra moved before the echo died. She didn’t run; she climbed onto a chair, her b ...
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