Lyra's POV
The building Wilder leads us to is a high rise. The window on the first floor has been smashed out, probably a long time ago—someone’s wrapped a piece of cloth over the lower frame and taped it down. Wilder places a hand there and vaults inside.
“Come on,” he urges, and we follow.
The first thing I notice is that the stairwell is packed with sigils. Sigils like the ones I saw drawn in the office building Cassian and I explored. Sigils like the strange cup on the faces of the robed people who keep attacking us.
That particular sigil is nowhere to be seen. Neither are the other two I noticed before. These ones are all new.
Also, none of them are drawn in blood.
I want to ask Wilder about what I’m seeing here, but I’m not sure if that’s the kind of thing it’s appropriate to
