The Golden Compass

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The bell tolled. Not for hour, but for death. It was a heavy, iron sound that shook the dust from the rafters of the watch house. I stood by the window, my hand resting on the cold iron of my breastplate. The metal was dull, pitted by time and sweat. It was my skin, in a way. Without it, I felt naked. Exposed. The city of Aylesbury lay below, a sprawl of mud and thatch under a grey, weeping...

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