The Golden Compass

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I woke with the taste of iron and wet clay on my tongue, a metallic tang that coated the roof of my mouth like a thick, rusted coat of paint, the kind of taste that lingers long after the dream has dissolved into the grey, mist-shrouded morning of a textile town where the air is always heavy with the dust of cotton and the sweat of labor. I am Elias Thorne, or at least that is what the ledger...

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