The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 05:24:50 -

The dream was not of gold, but of iron. Thomas Wynn woke with the taste of rust in his mouth, a metallic tang that coated his tongue like a second skin. He lay in the narrow cot at the edge of the fen, the damp air seeping through the thin wool of his shirt. The night was cold, a sharp, biting cold that settled into the joints and refused to leave. He sat up, his movements stiff, his body a...

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