The Golden Compass

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The iron taste of blood sits thick on your tongue as you drive your blade into the flank of the wolf. It is a creature of the deep snow, its fur matted with ice and the dark, viscous life that spills from its wounds. You do not look up. You cannot. To look up is to acknowledge the sky, and the sky today is the color of a bruised plum, heavy with a storm that has been waiting for three days. You...

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