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Chapter 12: Descent into the Basin
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Chapter 12: Descent into the Basin

​The cable hummed under the strain of four bodies.

​Soren held Lyra tightly against his chest, his knuckles white as the improvised open-air transport lift rattled down the dark, magma-lit shaft. Below them, the heat rose in thick, visible waves, smelling of raw copper, ancient soot, and sulfur.

​"She’s getting colder," Soren rasped over the deafening mechanical screech of the cable pulleys. He pulled his leather coat tighter around Lyra’s shivering frame, his
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