Mansion ke bade drawing room mein shaam ki roshni dhire dhire kam ho rahi thi. Zaviar apne leather sofa par baitha hua ek purani wine ka lutf le raha tha, jabki Lyra hamesha ki tarah uske qadmon ke paas nangi farsh par ghutno ke bal baithi thi.
Aaj Zaviar ne use ek naya collar pehnaya tha jis par ek choti si bell lagi thi, jo Lyra ke har harakat par halki si tring ki aawaz karti thi. Achanak darwaze par dastak hui aur ek buland aawaz goonji.
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