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... round. Even the Ministry guards stood outside the frosted glass doors, loath to breathe in the scent of sickness and caustic salves.
I sat on the edge of a cot, my hands submerged in a basin of warm, salted water. The stinging was intense, a thousand tiny needles pricking at the wire cuts, but it was a clean pain. It meant the blood was moving again.
Lyra sat opposite me, her face illuminated by a low-burning lamp. She wasn’t looking at my hands. She was looking at the window, wa ...
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