The Golden Compass

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Dreams do not end. They bleed. Thomas woke with the taste of copper on his tongue. It was not blood. It was the metallic tang of fear, old and rusted. He lay still in the narrow bed, the sheets twisted into ropes around his ankles. The room was dark. The clock on the nightstand ticked with a mechanical indifference that felt violent. He was a man who had spent twenty years in the service of...

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