The Golden Compass

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You wake with the taste of copper on your tongue. It is not blood. It is iron. It is the taste of the old world. The room is dark. The air is thick. You sit up. Your hands are shaking. You look at them. They are small. They are pale. They are not your hands. They are the hands of a servant. You are not yourself. You are here. The house is vast. It breathes. The beams creak. The dust motes dance...

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