The Golden Compass

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The stone door seals with a sound like a bone breaking. You are alone now. The air is thick. It tastes of dust and old blood. You stand in the center of the hall. The floor is cracked. A fissure runs from the threshold to the far wall. It is dark here. No light enters. Only the memory of light remains. You are the exile. You are the foreigner. The city outside is burning. You can feel the heat...

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