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 | | Serafina fingered the arrow Marisa had christened, years ago, and swore that she wouldn't stop until Lyra's mother was dead. |
 | | As much as she fought it back, the night when she had first found Marisa, young and cold, her daemon huddled beside her for warmth as she tried to seek shelter on the frigid tundra, flew into her thoughts. |
 | | Coulter who tore children away from their daemons for the sake of theology, was not the Marisa who Serafina had found, shivering, innocent, and alone, on the tundra. |
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