The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 08:17:57 -

The iron gates of the Penitentiary of St. Jude’s did not so much open as they exhaled, a great, rusted sigh that shook the cobblestones beneath my boots. I stood there, a prisoner of my own making, waiting for the cart that would carry me away to the outer isle, a place where the air was said to be thin and the stars were close enough to bruise the skin. My brother, Thomas, had not visited in...

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