The Golden Compass

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I dreamed of the wall. It was high. Stone. Cold. I pressed my palm against it. The grit bit my skin. I was a soldier. No, I was a guard. The uniform was grey. Dull. I looked up. The sky was a bruise. Purple. Black. I turned. A man stood behind me. He wore a coat of deep blue. His face was smooth. Young. He held a compass. Gold. It gleamed in the dim light. The needle spun. Slowly. It stopped....

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