The Golden Compass

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The ice cracked under my boot. A sharp, brittle sound. It echoed in the valley like a bone breaking. I stood still. My breath was a white ghost. It hung in the air. The cold was not just temperature. It was a weight. It pressed against my ribs. It wanted in. I did not let it. We had been walking for three days. The trail was gone. The map was useless. Snow had covered the markers. It covered...

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