The Golden Compass

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The sky above the Ironspire did not break; it shattered, a jagged cascade of amber and black glass raining down upon the cobblestones of the lower city while the air itself turned thick with the metallic taste of ozone and impending doom. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my hands trembling not from fear but from the violent, sickening lurch of the world tilting on its axis, and in my grasp...

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