The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 12:45:59 -

The air in the Hall of Records smelled of drying oak, dust, and the faint, sweet decay of old vellum. You sat at the long, scarred table, your fingers stained with ink that had long since dried into the crevices of your skin. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows, blurring the grey skyline of the city into a watercolor smear. Inside, the silence was heavy, a physical weight...

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