The Golden Compass

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The wind did not blow so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath that moved across the moorland with the slow, deliberate patience of a tide, carrying with it the scent of wet peat, decaying heather, and the metallic tang of an approaching storm that had been gathering in the grey sky for three days, a celestial bruise that refused to burst. In this liminal space between the known world...

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