down on me, heavier than all tho

undred

reaming of tormented souls, the despa

Malakor and Kael, believing in their l

he only thing t

was all

it happen. My own

akor' s private study later

was looking for. Solac

nt, filled with ar

duties" for personal mementos of our life toge

cabinet, one I' d never

need, I found the hidd

no state papers, no

d with sketc

looking thoughtful. Dozens of them, all d

assionate, y

y Malakor

mach c

line of poetry for me.

med, had always b

ible. It wasn't just about protecting Lyra

s abo

, of my life. A carefully constru

s of my naive de

an to form in the

tral artifact. Hidden away in the old Guardian'

y betwee

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