The Golden Compass

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The morning light did not so much enter the room as it seeped through the cracks in the ancient masonry, a pale and insistent fluid that pooled upon the floorboards like spilled milk, illuminating the dust motes that danced in their slow, purposeless waltz. You sat at the edge of the bed, the heavy wool of your robes hanging loose around your shoulders, and you watched the day arrive with the...

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