The Golden Compass
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the silence of the manor house like a ragged wound. It was a sound that belonged to no one in the household, a raw, animal cry that echoed off the stone walls of the great hall, shattering the fragile peace that had held them together since the dawn. Sir Arthur Penhaligon stood at the center of the room, his armor clanking...
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