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Chapter 37: Epilogue: Two Years Later

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Epilogue: Two Years Later

Lyra's POV

Sylvester Cane was sentenced to eighty-one years in federal prison fourteen months after his arrest, a number so large it had stopped meaning anything specific to me somewhere around the second decade, the way enormous distances stop registering as distance at all. I did not attend the sentencing. I had built the thing that ended him, and I had testified when the prosecution needed me to, and somewhere in the year that followed I had decided, carefully and d
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