CHAPTER EIGHT: THE TOWER OF THE ANGELS-2
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e t a bond iable, somet could be bouged.... But about t ters in.quot;
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quot;ers come from is a mystery—from anothe darkness of space...
ters is t troyed us. Are to times a knife bearer migful, time to stop and close as rees... I left t open myself, in a moment of unforgivable foolis to tempt o ty, o ters. But I t oo clever for a trick like t. s the knife.
Please, never let it.quot;
ill and Lyra shared a glance.
quot;ell,quot; t;all I can do is o you and so use it, o be, before it decayed. First, never open closing. Second, never let anyone else use the knife.
It is yours alone. t for a base purpose. Fourt secret. If tten tten t is because t matter. You be a c our akable. I dont even know your name. Now go. I shall die very soon, because
I knoend to for ters to come in, as t. Go.quot;
quot;But, Mr. Paradisi—quot; Lyra began.
But on: quot;time. You kno purpose is, but t you ;
quot;You ent really going to poison yourself?quot; said Lyra, distressed.
quot;Come on,quot; said ill.
quot;And angels?quot; s on.
ill tugged her arm.
quot;Come on,quot; ;e got to go. t;
ained, dusty rig gently. oo, and