The Golden Compass

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The pill is red. It sits on the tongue. It tastes of iron. It tastes of rust. It tastes of old coins. It is the only thing that is real. The rest is smoke. The rest is noise. The city hums. The gears turn. The steam rises. You are here. You are in the room. The room is white. The light is cold. The man stands by the door. His coat is grey. His eyes are black. He looks at the pill. He looks at...

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