The Golden Compass

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The rain does not fall; it hammers, a relentless, rhythmic pounding against the corrugated tin roof that shakes the very foundations of the room you occupy. You are sitting on the floor, your back pressed against the cold brick wall, and the dampness of the place has seeped into your bones, turning your joints into rusted hinges. It is not a cell, exactly, but it is close enough, a forgotten...

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