The Golden Compass

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I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. It was a thick, metallic tang, like licking a battery. I spat it into the grey light of the cell. The floor was cold. My hands were bound. I looked down. The rope was fraying. It was a bad rope. A cheap thing. They always use cheap things when they think you are already broken. "You're awake." I did not look up. I knew the voice. It was dry. It was...

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