The Golden Compass
The taste of copper is the first thing you notice, sharp and metallic on the back of your tongue, a flavor that refuses to leave no matter how many times you rinse your mouth with water. It is the taste of the old world, the taste of the institution that has swallowed you whole. You stand in the center of the great hall, the floor beneath your polished boots cold enough to seep through the...
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