The Golden Compass

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The dream is red. It is the red of old blood. It is the red of the velvet curtains in the hall. You stand in the hall. Your hands are bound. The rope is tight. It bites into your wrists. You feel the pulse in the rope. It beats with your heart. You are not afraid. You are tired. The door opens. You see him. His face is pale. His eyes are wet. He looks at you. He does not speak. He holds a key....

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