The Golden Compass

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The gate of the Ironworks slid shut behind you with a finality that tasted of rust and cold iron, sealing the world outside into a distant, irrelevant rumor. You are Margaret, and you are already beginning to forget the sun. For three days, you have existed only in the blue glow of the alchemical furnaces, your fingers stained with the ash of transmutation, your lungs heavy with the metallic...

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