The Golden Compass

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2026-08-18 10:36:43 -

You look at me like I’m a ghost, Captain, but I am standing right here, in the flesh, in the damp cold of the station locker room, and I am not going anywhere, so why do you keep shifting your weight from one foot to the other as if the floor might give way beneath your polished boots? The air smells of stale tobacco, wet wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that has seeped into the walls...

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