The Golden Compass
The feast lasted three days, and by the time the sun rose on the fourth morning, the silence that settled over the village of Oakhaven was not the silence of peace but the heavy, suffocating weight of a held breath that had been held for too long. I remember the smell of the roasted boar, the cloying sweetness of the honeyed figs that were scattered across the long tables, and the way the...
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