The Golden Compass

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The iron bit of the horse was in my mouth, tasting of rust and old blood, as the city of Oakhaven rose around me like a fever dream of stone and shadow. I was the beast, the prisoner, the one who had broken the law of the silent earth, and the crowd did not cheer for my strength but for my subjugation. The sun was high, a white eye staring down through the haze of summer, and the heat pressed...

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