The Golden Compass

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The old men of the village told us that the castle was not a ruin, but a wound that had finally stopped bleeding, and that inside its hollow bones lived a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums like deep water. I was twelve years old, the age where the world is still sharp enough to cut the palms, and I believed them, or rather, I believed the hunger that drove me to walk into the fog...

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