The Golden Compass

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The air in the great hall of Ashworth Keep did not smell of wine or roasting meat, but of wet wool, old iron, and the thick, cloying sweetness of rotting lilies that lined the floor in a continuous, suffocating ring. It was a feast, or what passed for one in the highlands where the mist rose like a living breath from the loch below, swallowing the stone walls in a grey pall that seemed to press...

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