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Tell us," he said. "Don't be afraid."
"It's about Dust," said the cat daemon, and Will marveled to hear part of his own nature telling him something he didn't know. "It was all flowing away, all the Dust there was, down into the abyss that you saw. Something's stopped it flowing down there, but...”
"Will, it an opening," said Kirjava, and again Will felt that little thrill: She's me, and I'm her, "every time anyone made an opening between the worlds, us or the old Guild men, anyone, the knife cut into the emptiness outside. The same emptiness there is down in the abyss. We never knew. No one knew, because the edge was too fine to see. But it was quite big enough for Dust to leak out of. If they closed it up again at once, there wasn't time was that golden light!" Lyra said. "The light that all flowed into the abyss and vanished... And that was Dust? Was it really?""Yes. But there's more leaking out all the time," Pantalaimon went on. "And it mustn't. It mustn't all leak away. It's got to stay in the world and not vanish, because otherwise everything good will fade away and die.""But where's the rest leaving from?" said Lyra.Both daemons looked at Will, and at the knife."Every time we made
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