Here and there, fires had been lit among the ruins. The town was a jumble, with no streets, no squares, and no open spaces except where a building had fallen. A few churches or public buildings still stood above the rest, though their roofs were holed or their walls cracked, and in one case a whole portico had crumpled onto its ns. Between the shells of the stone buildings, a mazy clutter of shacks and shanties had been put together out of lengths of roofing timber, beaten-out petrol s or biscuit tins, torn plastic sheeting,
scraps of plywood or hardboard.
The ghosts who had e with them were hurrying toward the town, and from every dire came more of them, so many that they looked like the grains of sand that trickle toward the hole of an hlass. The ghosts walked straight into the squalid fusion of the town, as if they kly where they were going, and Lyra and Will were about to follow them; but then they were stopped.
A figure stepped out of a patched-up ……（内容加载失败！）
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