The Golden Compass

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The air in the ward smelled of rust and boiled linseed. It was a thick, cloying scent that sat in the throat like a stone. I sat by the window. The glass was grimy. Outside, the city sprawled in a gray haze. Smoke rose from the factories. It curled into the sky. It never dissipated. It just hung there. A permanent shroud. My name is Elias. I was a constable for twenty years. I kept the peace. I...

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