Before departing the riverbank, Lyra turned her attention to the boiling, corrupted waters where the demolition charges had fractured the ancient temple wards. Dark, necrotic sludge—the residue of the inquisitors' null-magic chemicals—was seeping into the Aethelgard River, threatening to poison the water supply for both the human and dragon quarters of the city. Lyra walked to the water's edge, holding the Heart of the Star in both hands. 'The river…
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