The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 03:20:59 -

The mud sucks at your boots. It is a living thing, cold and indifferent, pulling at the leather laces with a slow, viscous force. You are standing in the middle of a field that has no name, only a grid of coordinates on the map and a smell of rotting turnips in the air. The year is 1919, but it feels like the end of the world. The war is over, or so they say. The guns are silent, but the...

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