Chapter 13 I Hate You.

Lyra stood facing the urn that had Zander's name on it, in the crematorium. She had so many questions. Questions that she knew she couldn't get answers to anymore. She sniffed, wiping the snort on her face with the sleeve of the long black gown she wore.

"What's really happening, Zander?" she whispered underneath her breath, staring lifelessly a

            
            

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