Silver and Sanctuary

Through the haze clouding my vision, I make out Tiberius approaching with the dagger still in his hand. The silver blade catches the light with a cold gleam before coming to a complete stop in front of him. His features, always composed, harden as he realizes what has happened.

"It's silver. Lyra has been poisoned."

The world begins to spin around me. The voices grow distant, distorted, as though