The Golden Compass

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The wall was breathing. I felt it against my spine. Cold. Wet. Alive. I am a soldier. I have been a soldier for thirty years. I know the weight of a rifle. I know the smell of cordite. I know the silence before a shot. But I did not know the silence of this place. The room was vast. It was made of stone, but the stone was gold. Not painted gold. Not polished. It was raw. It was alive. It pulsed...

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