FIFTEEN - THE FORGE
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quot;Im going back nort live in tains. Even t. I t is warm.
t ongue; I can smell it; I can . I spoke to Serafina Pekkala before I came told me so Lord Faa and tians. If t;
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quot;If you do not find a of t meet again, because I . My body of it. But if it turns out t you and I botor to Svalbard; and true of ill. old you ;
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quot;faced me. I t no one could ever do t, but too daring for me, and too clever. I am not you s you plan, but trust to go t boy. You are ongue, my dear friend.quot;
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steps on t t;Dont you move. Look, going to use it. Stay ;
outside and found Lyra standing still, alaimon as a e silent. t came from tion in t, in turn, ed from cears found tion in ills eyes, and so tons web.
quot;I love ; so o us no rely on anyone else nos just us. But old enoug. ere only young... ere too young... If poor Mr. Scoresbys dead and Ioreks old... Its all coming onto us, to be done.quot;
quot;e can do it,quot; ;Im not going to look back anymore. e can do it. But to sleep noay in ter t come, t for... Im going to cut to sleep in, and if ts too bad; rid of time.quot;
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bot;Lets do t. You sure tested it?quot;
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