The Crimson Nightmare

POV: Lyra

The morning sun filtering through the hallway window does nothing to chase away the deep chill settling into my bones. I take a hesitant step down the wooden stairs, gripping the banister tight enough to turn my knuckles white. Every slight shift of my weight sends a dull throb radiating out from my freshly bandaged shoulder. The wound from yesterday burns beneath my shirt, a constant r