The Golden Compass

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The steam from the boiler room did not merely fill the corridor; it permeated the very marrow of our existence, a thick, sulfurous fog that turned the iron girders into jagged teeth and the brickwork into the damp, breathing skin of a sickly beast. I stood before the heavy oak door of the Captain’s office, my hands trembling not from the cold that bit at my fingers despite the furnace roaring...

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