The Golden Compass

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I dreamt of the house breathing. It inhaled the fog from the moors and exhaled it into the parlor, a slow, rhythmic shudder that rattled the china in the cupboard. I woke with the dust of the old wallpaper on my tongue. The room was cold. The fire had died to grey ash. I was still in the chair where I had slept, or perhaps I had not slept at all. Only waited. The man was already there. Mr....

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