The Golden Compass

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The feast was not a celebration of life, but a banquet for the dead. Eleanor sat at the head of the long oak table. The wood was dark, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected her hollow cheeks. Around her, the court feasted. They ate roasted boar, honeyed figs, and bread so soft it dissolved on the tongue like a secret. They drank wine that tasted of iron and sun. They laughed. The sound was...

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