Chapter 82
Chapter 82 She held up her hands and said, "Please - we wish we could touch you all, but we came down here to look for someone, and I need you to tell me where he is and how to find him. Oh, Will," she said, leaning her head to his, "I wish I knew what to do!" The ghosts were fascinated by the blood on Lyra's forehead. It glowed as brightly as a holly berry in the dimness, and several of them had brushed through it, longing for the contact with something so vibrantly alive. One ghost girl, who when she was alive must have been about nine or ten, reached up shyly to try and touch it, and then shrank back in fear; but Lyra said, "Don't be afraid - we en't come here to hurt you - speak to us, if you can!" The ghost girl spoke, but in her thin, pale voice, it was only a whisper. "Did the h
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