The Golden Compass

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The window shatters. Glass rains down like snow. You freeze. Your breath stops in your throat. The noise is not a sound. It is a physical blow. It hits your chest. You are in the basement. The cellar is small. The walls are damp. The air tastes of mold and old paper. You do not move. You are a statue. You are stone. The door opens. Light floods in. It is blinding. You squint. A figure stands in...

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