The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 05:01:33 -

The dream was always the same. It was a house made of glass, standing on a cliff edge where the wind did not just blow but screamed. I held a compass in my hand. The needle was not made of steel, but of bone. It spun wildly, refusing to point north, south, east, or west. It pointed only at me. In the dream, the glass cracked. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the old, metallic tang...

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