The Golden Compass

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The smell of burnt sugar and wet wool hung thick in the air of the mess hall, a cloying, almost aggressive sweetness that seemed to coat the back of your throat as you stood beside the table where the General’s daughter, Elena, was being celebrated with a glass of champagne she refused to drink, her eyes fixed on the window where the fog was rolling in from the moor, thick and grey as a shroud,...

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