The Golden Compass

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I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth, a dry, gritty residue that clung to the roof of my palate like a second skin. The dream had been vivid, as they always were in those final, fevered weeks of the siege. I had been standing in a field of golden wheat under a sun so bright it seemed to burn the air itself, and I was holding a compass. It was a heavy thing, brass and iron, its needle...

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