The Golden Compass

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The first thing that hit me, when I finally broke the seal on that damp, mildewed crate in the back of the apothecary, was the smell, thick and cloying and absolute, like a bruise opening under the skin of the earth. It was the scent of rotting apples and sulfur, a stench so profound it seemed to have weight, pressing down on my lungs, forcing me to recoil against the peeling paint of the wall...

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