The Golden Compass
We walked for three days along the white stone causeway that cut through the heart of the empire, the dust of our own feet rising in a slow, grey cloud that seemed to swallow the horizon before it could reach it. I was a captain in the High Guard, a title that carried more weight in silence than in speech, and I walked beside my friend, Elias, whose face was mapped with the deep lines of a man...
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