"Drop the child, Lyra! He’s not yours anymore, he’s a Trojan horse!" Leo screamed, his voice breaking as he scrambled across the treacherous, sinking sand toward me."He’s my son!" I yelled back, though my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was waist-deep in the liquefying black shore, the infant in my arms becoming impossibly heavy.The infant’s tiny hand, now a gnarled, grey-skinned claw, tightened on the collar of my dress. I felt the heat of the red mark on his forehead searing into my skin, a brand of ownership that bypassed my senses and went straight to my soul."The boy is just the flesh, Mother," Leo panted, stopping five feet away as the "Neutral Pack" soldiers began to emerge from the surf, their weapons humming with high-frequency suppressants. "The High El
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