Lyra laughed softly, the sound airy and indulgent. “Silly,” she said, as if I had misunderstood an obvious kindness. “It’s for you. I hope it’s your size. If not, you’d grow into it.”The words settled slowly, heavily.The garment was not ceremonial silk, it was a servant’s uniform.Fine quality, ye
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