The Golden Compass
The frost did not merely settle upon the valley; it invaded it, a white tide that swallowed the jagged teeth of the pines and smoothed the rough, breathing skin of the earth into a silence so profound it felt less like an absence of sound and more like the holding of a collective, terrified breath. I stood at the edge of the village, my boots sinking into the slush that clung to the bones of...
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