The Golden Compass

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The wind does not merely blow here; it scours the bone, stripping the flesh of its warmth until you are nothing but a skeleton wrapped in wool, a hollow vessel carried by the gale across the white expanse of the moors. You walk, and your companion, Thomas, walks beside you, his boots sinking into the snow with a rhythmic, muffled crunch that sounds like the slow, deliberate chewing of the earth...

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