The Golden Compass

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The bread was warm. It sat on the stone table. Elara touched it. The crust cracked. Steam rose. It smelled of honey. And wood. She looked at the door. It was locked. From the outside. She was here. She had been here. For how long? Days. Weeks. The room was small. Stone walls. Grey. Cold to the touch. But the air was thick. Sweet. Heavy. She took a bite. The taste was strange. Not just bread. It...

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