The Golden Compass

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The rain fell on the blackened iron of the Foundry, a steady, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the soles of your boots and into the marrow of your bones. You stood at the edge of the great pit, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and ozone, a smell that had long since ceased to be an assault on the senses and had become simply the background music of your life. You were...

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