The carriage lurched violently to the right. Jack's eyes snapped open as the vehicle tilted, wood groaning under sudden stress.
Lyra gasped, her hand shooting out to brace against the wall. Rhys grabbed the seat to keep from sliding, and Father Caelen remained steady despite the angle.
The carriage shuddered to a stop, listing at an awkward tilt.
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