The Golden Compass

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The fire in the great hearth roared, a beast of orange and black, devouring the oak logs with a hunger that mirrored our own. It was the Feast of the Solstice, and the hall of Lord Ashworth was thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and unwashed bodies. I stood by the dais, my cloak heavy with the damp of the road, watching the servants pass by with trays of silver. My name was...

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