The Golden Compass

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2026-08-18 04:25:09 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that turned the glass of the kitchen window into a frosted pane, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet asphalt and dying autumn leaves. I stood at the counter, my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the condensation bead and run in jagged lines down the glass. My name is Elias...

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