The Golden Compass

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The hall smelled of damp wool and old wax, a pungent, suffocating mixture that clung to the backs of your throats as you stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the heavy, expectant silence of the town council and the local gentry, whose faces were pale and tight with the particular kind of anxiety that only comes from people who have spent a lifetime guarding secrets they are not...

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