The Golden Compass

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I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the weight of a stone in my chest. The room was not a room. It was a hollow in the earth, lit by a phosphorescent moss that clung to the wet, black walls like lichen on a tombstone. I knew this place. I had visited it in fever dreams since I was a child, a place where the air tasted of copper and old rain. Here, I held the compass. It was not a...

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