The Golden Compass

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The feast of the solstice was a cacophony of iron and sweat, a roaring mouth of the city that had swallowed the winter and was now digesting the spring with a violent, gurgling hunger. I stood at the periphery of the great hall, my hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier than it had an hour ago, not with the weight of the steel but with the weight of the expectation placed upon...

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