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William trailing closely behind. The doors slid closed, and the platform began
its descent. William’s heart pounded in his chest, and Lyra slyly looked over
towards the boy she had come to tutor. With a jolt, the platform stopped, and
the doors slid open to reveal a dark, dank space. As the two stepped into the
room, fluorescent lights flickered on – unveiling a large mass in the centre of
the room.
Without hesitation, Lyra hurried in and wrenched the opaque canvas cover off
the mass. William’s gasp shattered the silence of the room, and he felt his
heart soar as the battered spaceship came into view. “Wha- What? What
even?” William stuttered, speechless. Lyra turned to him, feeling a rush of
fondness as the courage returned to William’s face.
Still awestruck, William whispered “Do you think it will get us there?”
Lyra assessed the old, worn ship, and replied unfazed, “Only one way to find
out.”