Chapter 41

Lyra

I don't know how many hours pass, but I can feel the moon's position, which tells me that there are still a few more hours before dawn. Every now and then, I try to pull on my chains, hoping they'll loosen up and allow me to move easily, but that doesn't happen.

The metal rusts my wrists, keeping them stiff and heavy. When I try to pull them too much, they tug onto the hook and