The Golden Compass

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The dust in the vault did not settle; it hung in the air like suspended time, a golden haze that caught the beam of my lantern and turned it into a solid, trembling pillar of light. I had walked for three days through the shifting labyrinth of the Undercroft, a place that existed only when the moon was new and the tides were high, a realm stitched together from the forgotten dreams of the...

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