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unaccountably forgotten, and back in a flood comes all the emotion we felt in our sleep. It was the dream trickling of the spring, and the night wind in the grass. She heard the quiet sound of the wheels crunching whether they were angry or joyful, she couldn't tell.
Mary saw her and broke away.
"Lyra," she said, "something's happened, they've found something they can't explain and it's... I don't know what it is... old and also not old? said Atal.
It is a make-like, said Mary.
Atal swung her trunk, reassured.
Mary went on as best sticks that told you?
No, said Mary, blushing. She was a scientist; it was bad enough to have to admit to consulting the I Ching, but this was even more embarrassing. It was a night picture, she confessed.
The mulefa had
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