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ghosts, he broke into a stumbling run, and they held out their hands to greet him.
"Even if they don't know where they're going, they're all going there together," Lyra said. "We better just go with them."
"D'you think they had daemons in this world?" said Will.
"Can't tell. If you saw they were alive in. I thought it'd be a lot different..."
"Will, it's fading," she said. "Look!"
She was clutching his arm. He stopped and looked around, and she was right. Not long before he had found the window in Oxford and stepped through into the other world of Cittagazzeone of em in your world, would you know he was a ghost?""It's hard to say. They don't look normal, exactly...There was a man I used to see in my town, and he used to walk about outside the shops always holding the same old plastic bag, and he never spoke to anyone or went inside. And no one ever looked at him. I used to pretend he was a ghost. They look a bit like him. Maybe my world's full of ghosts and I never knew.""I don't think mine is," said Lyra doubtfully."Anyway, this must be the world of the dead. These people have just been killed, those soldiers must've done it, and here they are, and it's just like the world