The Golden Compass

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The city of Aethelgard did not sleep, but rather held its breath, a vast, stone lung expanded against the ribcage of the night. In the lower districts, where the fog clung to the cobblestones like a damp shroud, the streetlamps flickered with a sickly, jaundiced glow, casting long, trembling shadows that danced with the rhythm of the distant, grinding war machines. Here, the air tasted of iron...

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