The Golden Compass

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You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue. The rain is heavy. It hits the tin roof in sharp, rapid bursts. You are in the chair by the window. The glass is cold against your cheek. You do not move. You wait for the light to come. It does not. The dark stays. Outside, the fog rolls in. It erases the world. It takes the road. It takes the fields. It takes the neighbors. It leaves you alone...

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