The Golden Compass

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2026-08-18 13:41:05 -

You wake in a field of glass. The shards are everywhere. They cut your feet. You do not stop. You walk. The sky is the color of old bruised plums. It hangs low and heavy. It smells of rain that has not fallen. You are wearing armor, but it is made of paper. It tears at the elbows. It flutters in the wind. You are a soldier. You know this. You remember the weight of a sword, but you cannot find...

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