The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 17:23:49 -

You are standing in the grey, wet light of a town that has no name on any map you have ever seen, though the locals call it Oakhaven, or perhaps it is just the name the wind gives it when it blows through the hollows of the old pines. The air smells of wet stone and decaying leaves, a scent that settles deep in the lungs and refuses to leave. You are old, though you do not feel the ache of your...

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