The Golden Compass

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2026-08-17 20:34:59 -

The shield shattered. Wood splinters flew like black rain. I held my ground. The blade swung low. I twisted. Pain bloomed in my ribs. A hot line of fire. I gasped. The air tasted of iron and rot. The hall was vast. Stone columns rose like dead trees. Torches sputtered in the draft. Shadows danced on the walls. I was the last one standing. Or so I thought. The King sat on the throne. He did not...

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