The Golden Compass

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The air in the cellar was thick, tasting of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of iron. You stood before the great oak table, your hands trembling not from cold, but from a fatigue that had settled into your very bones. The feast above had ended hours ago, the last echoes of laughter and the clatter of silverware fading into the silence of the upper rooms. Here, in the gloom, there was only...

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