The Golden Compass

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The house was breathing, I swear to you, it was breathing in the dark before the fire caught, a slow, wet inhalation of the old timber walls expanding against the night air, and I was standing in the cellar, the one with the low ceiling where the dampness always tasted of iron and rot, and I was trying to fix the crack in the foundation stone, that long, jagged vein of black that ran from the...

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