The Golden Compass

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The dream was always the same, a recurring hemorrhage of brass and steam that filled the black of my sleeping mind until I could no longer distinguish the architecture of the night from the architecture of the factory floor. I stood in the center of the great hall of the Ironworks, the air thick with the metallic taste of ozone and the low, thrumming vibration of the pistons that beat like a...

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