The Golden Compass

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The hall smelled of wet wool and spilled wine. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of my throat, a physical weight against the air. We were gathered in the Grand Ballroom of the Ashworth Estate, a place that had once hosted kings and now hosted ghosts. The chandeliers burned with a cold, electric hum, casting long, sharp shadows that danced across the marble floor. I stood by...

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