Nobody spoke. The footage jumped from one angle to another, but Lyra barely saw any of it. All she could see was the fire climbing through the trees she had once known better than her own reflection.
Silvercrest.
Her palms burned.
"Turn it up," Darian said.
Ren fumbled for the remote, and the reporter's voice filled the small kitchen, clipped and urgent in the particular way reporters sounded when they didn't fully understand what they were describing.
"...unclear what caused the fire, though residents report hearing what sounded like an explosion shortly before the smoke was first spotted. Local authorities have not commented, and access to the area has been restricted..."
"Restricted by who," Ash said. "Silvercrest doesn't answer to town authorities."
Darian didn't move. His eyes
