The Golden Compass

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The iron gate of the Citadel of Ashworth groaned as it swung shut behind us, sealing out the last bruised light of the autumn sun and locking us in with the cold, damp stone that had kept our secrets for three centuries. I stood there, my breath pluming in the sudden chill, feeling the weight of the heavy wool cloak on my shoulders, a garment woven from the wool of sheep who had grazed on these...

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