The Golden Compass

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You wake in a city of stone that does not remember your name. The air is thick with the scent of wet ash and ozone, a metallic tang that coats the tongue. It is the city of Valerius, built on the bones of an older world, where the spires pierce the low, bruised sky like broken needles. You are a cartographer. This is your trade, your sin, your identity. You do not draw maps of land. You draw...

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