The Golden Compass

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The wall of the keep did not merely stand; it held its breath. You know the feeling of a structure that has absorbed too much history, too much blood, until the mortar becomes a kind of flesh. You are standing before it now, the stone cold against your back, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old iron. It is the third day of the siege, and the city outside is a patchwork of smoke and...

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