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The Beast That Didn’t Kill

The moon was still full in the sky, round and watching, but the cursed King of Wolves lay on the rigid stone floor in a pool of blood, completely human again.

Naked. Shaking. Breathing.

And Lyra was still alive.

She stared at him, sitting just a few feet away on the cold floor, the torchlight fli...