Chapter 130

Lyra stared at the structure in front of them and tried very hard to believe this was a joke.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed.

It wasn’t even a house. It was a squat, crooked thing crouched at the edge of a pine forest, half-swallowed by shadow. The roof sagged in the middle like it had given up years ago. One shutter hung loose, tapping faintly in the wind. The wood was weathered gray, splintered