Chapter 33: The Past That Wasn't Seen
Lyra's point of view
Before we even got to the western watchtower, the sky was getting darker.
The fire roared like a living thing, and the flames climbed wood and stone with a hungry look. Warriors moved quickly, carrying water and changing into wolves to pull burning beams apart. People yelled orders. Every breath was filled with fear.
Raine took charge right away; his voice cut through the noise like steel.
"Get in line. Don't let the flames spread to the east. "Keep the granaries safe."
I stood next to him, my heart racing, and looked around.
I could feel it then.
That sharp pain in my chest. The one I had learned to be afraid of.
Memory.
The fire smelled wrong. Too well-known. Pine and oil mixed together. I had seen this trick before; it
