The Golden Compass

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant, spilled wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that had been forced to bloom out of season. It was a smell that stuck to the back of the throat, a physical reminder of the weight of the room, the gilded chandeliers casting fractured light across the polished mahogany floor where my reflection wavered and broke. I stood near the service...

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