Lyra walked slowly through halls and her legs felt like they were too heavy for her body. The palace was cold and each step made her chest hurt a little. She did not want to walk anymore. She did not want to meet anyone, she wished she could hide somewhere quiet and small where no one would look at her or call her name. Her arms still felt sore. Her ribs felt like they were wrapped too tight. When she swallowed, she could still taste a bit of blood and it made her want to throw up. She wanted ...