The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 01:35:04 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old district into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dying gasps of the gaslights. You stood in the narrow, cramped shop that had been your father’s before you, the air thick with the scent of wet wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of the brass fittings that lined the walls. Your name was...

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