The Golden Compass

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The ice came down from the sky like the bones of a god, sharp and white and unending, burying the village of Oakhaven under a silence that pressed against your eardrums until they popped. You were in the cellar of your shop, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old wood shavings, when the roof groaned a low, mournful note before giving way entirely. It was not a gentle collapse...

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